To you, former lover, in the most generous sense of the word “lover.” For the love we forged was slight. And while the love I held was overpowering, yours had finally shown its true course to be for another.
And at the time I found out, my former lover, oh how the pain ran deep. Like my dreams had been ripped away. Like my heart had been stolen like two lovers steal away the night.
And oh dear former lover, when I saw your face, how I had wished to break free of my frozen stature. How I longed to move into your sweet graces once more. How I craved your sweet taste upon my lips.
And how I begged to see your shining eyes once more. And how they averted from me, like healthy men from leprosy. Oh how I thought of the day when your shame would fade. Oh how I sought normalcy.
…with you? There could be no normalcy; no, naught but exquisite and lovely and the most perfect of imperfections were we.
But time fades the faint caress of love, as does the touch of another and another and another lover.
I look upon you as someone I once knew long ago, in a different time, a different place, with a different heart. But you, former lover, you look upon me with shame, regret, those same averted eyes. With the same heart that beats for another.
Move on, dear old friend. My former lover. My former eyes in which I found my own beauty. My former ears to whom my most precious secrets told. My former lips to kiss, a perfect fit to mine own. Stop chastising yourself with memories of the past.
If you don’t, you will forget that life moves ever so fast.
10 months ago • Notes