I’m not going to write about how you stood me up today or how you barely respond to me anymore. If I write about how it feels to have you slip through my fingers, then you will already be gone. This isn’t me detailing how you’ve wronged me, and this certainly isn’t a goodbye. If I don’t write about losing you, then maybe I won’t.
Instead I want to write about how it felt when we were the brightest thing in every room that we went in. I want to write about how your skin burned mine while still making me shiver. I need to capture every detail of the moment you made me fall in love with brown eyes, your brown eyes, in permanent ink. Maybe if I hold on tighter, you’ll be able to feel me in spite of the distance. Only, holding on this tightly is starting to hurt. I know that I should let go, but we were the brightest thing in every room that we went in, and I just want some of that light back.
-AcuteAnimosity
AcuteAnimosity 