To the sky crawler,
I still think about you daily. Isn’t that something I promised you a long time ago? That there wouldn’t be a day for the rest of my life that you wouldn’t cross my mind?
Sometimes the thought of you makes me cry… Other times I just feel empty. I never remember the good times. I remember the pain, disappointment, self pity, confusing jealousy, naive selfishness, and all the screaming. I remember the panic attacks you caused. The marks that will never go away because of you.
So why… In my sick, hopeless mind… Do I miss you? Doesn’t it seem like everything was one giant fuck up? Had we not both been hurt so, so badly? Didn’t we both lie, yell, and betray each other? Weren’t we just absolutely incompatible? You shouldn’t still be here, in my head. That’s why I threw away all your stuff. I collected and kept a box full of you for nine years. Nine. Does that even make sense? Nine years I’ve collected and held onto you. Nine years I’ve kept bits of you with me.
Nine years I’ve thought of you, every… Single… Day. It’s no wonder I miss you. It’s no wonder I couldn’t throw those last two things away. It’s no wonder I feel like you’re something I still need to engrave into my flesh. You’re such a huge part of it. You and our sick relationship. All the pain and hurt we endured.
The worst part… The absolute crushing thought that I avoid until the last moment before I cross over into sleep… Is that, even though we made it, even though we got through it all and ended up on the other side brighter and better people; separate from each other but still having each other there…
You gave it up.
You walked away one final time.
Don’t think I don’t understand. Don’t think I don’t know why. I should have wanted the same thing, I know. But I couldn’t bring myself to that. I couldn’t leave you behind… Until… Until it was what was best for you.
Thinking of you, always,
Irial