To my Dexter, sweetheart.
I think I lost you.
I don’t think you’re in this room. I think you left long ago.
I don’t think you care anymore. I think you gave up on caring years before now.
Is this real? Or am I holding onto something that doesn’t exist?
If I go, will you ask me to stay? Or will it be; “I just want you to be happy”?
Will you get down on your knees and beg me not to leave you? Or will you just watch me walk away?
Will you cry when you read this? Will it matter?
Because whatever thing we used to have is gone now. We lost it when you broke my heart.
Because the rhythm I used to live my life by is dying. The music fading, so quiet now.
We have both been hurt. Wounded in this battle of nonsense.
But it is time to let go of this. Time to move on.
So I’m stitching up my cut legs and mending my injured hands.
I’m finding something more. More than this.
And if I fall, I will pick myself up again.
If I break apart, I will mend myself.
I held on for too long. Now I’m letting go.
You can ask me to stay. Get down on your knees and beg.
But I know you won’t.
Because you no longer care.
It’s my turn to decide what happens. My turn to write this story.
To write my not so happy ending.
From the only one who ever loved you,
Elisabeth
Submitted: April 13, 2010
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