Three Simple Words
Lan Xu You see her. It’s been three months. You still miss her. She looks happy. She’s dancing to a song playing through her headphones. You walk past her. Your eyes avoid hers because it would hurt too much to see her plain brown eyes that turn to golden honey under sunlight and sparkle when she smiles and you look down and see your favorite song playing on her phone. She sung it for you the night you fell in love with her before she left you. “Not even the Gods above Can separate the two of us You and “I” ‘m sorry.” Those words were the last she whispered. Those words echoed throughout your thoughts for weeks, haunting, numbing, breaking you. Did she mean it? She wouldn’t have been holding his hand two days later if she meant it. She was hard to decipher. Perhaps you never understood her. Did all those nights spent confessing your secrets and dreams and love mean nothing? What did she mean when she said “Someone can be who you want but not who you Need.” But you were never scared to need her because to you, she was a safe haven. Like the warmth of a fireplace to shelter you from winter’s frost or a cabin to protect you from the rain, she was your safe Space is an empty area, like your heart once she’d left. Boundless, like your love for her. Intangible, like she was to you, as if she was not quite real. Cosmic. She was ethereal. And like a silent ghost, she vanished, leaving you with three simple words: I Need Space. I Love You.
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