RUBEN

A long time ago I learned not to explain things to people. It misleads them into thinking they’re entitled to know everything I do.

Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.

I can’t let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her.

I felt her absence. It was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. You wouldn’t need to run to the mirror to know they were gone.

Isn’t it strange how you still walked away even when I did nothing but show you I’ll always be here to stay? What’s funny was that I’m still here, staying, waiting, ‘cause maybe you’ll come back if I proved just how sincere I was, and still am.