April 2nd

April 2nd

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wrote you an ocean but never asked if you could swim.
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wrote you an ocean but never asked if you could swim.

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Submitted: April 03, 2017

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I always remember April 2nd as one of the worst days of my life. I was in love with someone at the time, greatly and incredibly and deeply in love. For a long while, the person I loved had made me believe he chose me and that I was the one he wanted. When he told me this, I said that the worst thing he could ever do to me was to give me the hope of being the one and taking that away. April 2nd is the day he changed his mind. It's ineffable, that sort of sorrow, to have someone do the worst thing to you knowing very well that it is. I fell to my knees and I didn't cry. I wept. Haggard whimpers. Slack mouth. Softened words. Tender eyes. Clumsy tongue. I cried and I cried until the opalescent fluorescence within me grew wry and only faintly radiated. I was a palely illuminated light that glimmered not for my brightness, but for the darkness that surrounded me. That was April 2nd. Fitzgerald said something once in The Sensible Thing. "April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world but never the same love twice." I hope he's right. That love I had--it was liquor, and when the time passed and the window was closed, the wine spoiled into vinegar. That's a tragedy. Having something that was once yours but no longer is yet in a way, always will be.

 


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