What I didn't say
I keep thinking about how much more tightly I could've held you that night and if that would change the ending. Right now, in the back if my mind, we're still there in that warm, dark room- you, holding me- but this time I'm not turned away from you, and the room temp is turned down. I could barely look you in the eyes sometimes during our all too brief conversations because I've seen the ending to this one before. A confession: I would even pick out every little thing you did wrong to justify the ending and make it easier to go, but my god you're just human with a knack to make me laugh and realize we're just unpredictable. You've got a natural talent to be loved by people. The times when I looked into your eyes I burdened you with a task to solve this puzzle with missing pieces because the truth is harder to say. I'm sorry, but I have to let it all go and move on. It's an inevitable, predictable ending we probably would both hate anyway. In some other life, I would've loved to be a fool that dreams with you rather than just dream of you.