Goodbye

Today we said goodbye. We had to. It would hurt too much to stay. We said goodbye and it wasn’t hard. It was how two friends say goodbye when you know you’ll see them in the morning. But tomorrow will come and I won’t see you.

Tomorrow it will hurt.

Tomorrow I will have realized that our goodbye is real and tomorrow I will think about our past and the future that never was.

Tomorrow will suck the life out of my soul and then tomorrow’s tomorrow will come and it will be easier.

Because as the time keeps ticking I will start to forget how you felt. Your smile. Your kiss. All these things will fade from my memories and then they will become stories. Stories of love and stories of heartache. Fables we tell the next generation in hopes to shield them from their heartaches.

That thought is terrifying. That eventually it won’t hurt. Because I know when it stops hurting, I’ll stop feeling the way I do. You won’t be important in my life anymore and I will have moved on. It will not matter that I loved you. It will not matter that you’re gone. I’ll just have stupid pictures lost in a dresser from when we were kids.

Today we said goodbye. Not because I wanted to, but because I had to let you go.