endings are the saddest parts-but somehow, also the sweetest.

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you appeared beside me
i let out a shaking breath.
you didn't know what to say.
i didn't know what to say.
so i said,
keep in mind that there's a chance
that one, every, or most nights
we could be staring up at the same stars.
time was running out.
i love you, you said.
i love you, too, i said.
with a look that said it was platonic, but that i knew your words weren't.
and then you were gone.

a few.. maybe two minutes later
you were there beside me
to the right of me again.
not even a second was able to exist in the moment we looked at each other
and immediately held onto each other
like it was the last time we would ever
see
hear
feel
one another
again.
and it was.
and as my arms held on, refusing to let go... you still faded away, away like the children of a dandelion in the wind.

and finally, in one, desperate attempt
i said in my head, trying, trying, trying, trying to bridge our minds, make that connection again
i said,  if you can hear me—
i can, you said.
listen... listen, i said.
what?
i.. i couldn't form the words. i—i'm sorry.
what?!
even though those stars may be dead,
i said,
even though those stars may be dead,
light years away, light years away,
billions of light years away..
maybe they're dead,
but even though they're that many years—
i—what did i do?
... i think i mentally choked on my words.
—away, i finished,
maybe we're staring up at the same ones.

and the rest of this night...
it is carved into my heart,
willingly carved and tattooed into my heart.
for yes, i have healed.

i have healed.

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