u/Regret1836

Anyone else feel crushed by the unfinished story? The feeling that it ended before it was supposed to? That we still had memories to make, touch to share, conversations to have, fights to make up from?

I wish we had more time.

That will be sixteen dollars and ninety-four cents

The clerk said

$16.94? 

That’s a lot 

To send a package 

A small package

Containing a dream

That never came to 

$16.94 

To shoo a future away

Into nothingness 

Scattered on the wind

$16.94 

To send the grey Moissanite stone that I wasn’t able to cancel on etsy back to Texas

That was supposed to be laid in that white gold ring

I didn’t want sterling silver

I wanted it to last

$16.94 

She printed out the label 

I asked her to put it on the other side

Of the package

So it would cover up my name

$16.94 

I watched as she swept the package into a bin

$16.94 

Was all it cost

To mail a dream away

$16.94 

Never thought this would be possible. If I can do it, so can you.

Nobody really talks about the dreams. Every night, every time I fall asleep, I see her.

Sometimes the dreams are of the good times. Sometimes they are of reconciliation. Sometimes they’re of distance.

Every time I close my eyes, I see her

It’s been 4 days since she dumped me. I felt like I was doing okay. Packed all her things away, cleared the photos, gone from social media… started going to the gym, running club, etc.

Then just sitting at work and it just hits me. She’s gone. And even worse, it’s my fault and I can’t even blame her for it.

I’m want to reach out so bad and say something. That little fucking nagging bit of hope still lingering in your brain. The “what if I tried maybe she would”.

But I know that it won’t help. I know she asked for space. She already ignored the messages I sent that day. No reason to believe she’d respond to me now.

So I just go on a walk. I cry. I tell her I’m sorry but the only one who hears is the trees.

I know one day I’ll feel better. But right now? Not at all.