The first time you left me.
Do you still remember?
At the ferry.
It was December, right before winter break.
The tears were coming, and I couldn't stop them.
There were a million words, but I had no voice.
I wanted to run to you, but my legs gave out.
I laid there.
In front of you.
On the ground.
And I didn't care.
I honestly didn't realize.
I laid there curled up like a hurt child.
Crying.
You tried to pick me up.
I wanted to throw up.
Finally, I managed to get enough strength to get up.
And walk.
Away.
But just far enough to be alone.
And then I sat down.
Allowed my body to give up.
To lay on the bench by the water.
Crying.
Trying to breathe.
YOU ARE READING
You
RomanceThis is a collection of letters and poems written to you. My first love. Most of it's sad. No, sorry, all of it's sad. But I just want to get it all out there. Because the love we shared is one the world deserves to witness too. Not to envy it...
