The Breakup

I left him at the bar downtown.. he left my things on his front porch.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t see it coming. There was just something that never really clicked with us.

We both wanted it to, desperately. And maybe that’s why neither of us were willing to let go.

Inevitably though, I finally broke and did what I always do when I’m done. I ran.

Well actually I called a taxi, but it was running all the same and he got my message loud and clear.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I hurt you.

I’m sorry I couldn’t be everything that you wanted.

And I’m sorry I expected things from you that you were not physically or emotionally capable of giving me.

I’m not sorry for leaving though. Now we can both be what we want to be and we can both find who we’re meant to find.

So here’s to the next big adventure. May it hold as many fond memories as the last.


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