Sometimes I remeber that there will be a last time we kiss. A last hug. The last time I hold your hand. During those moments my heart breaks but I think about how much I love you and know that loving you for our brief time on this earth is worth the pain.
What I never considered was this.
That there would be a last kiss, and neither of us would know it was the last.
A last hug that didn't linger long enough.
A last time holding your hand before we let go and never reached for each other again.
I thought our ending would come with decades behind us. Gray hair. Wrinkled hands. A lifetime of memories piled between us.
I never imagined I would have to grieve someone who was still alive.
Never imagined I would miss your voice while knowing it still existed somewhere in the world.
Never imagined that the person I loved most would become someone I could no longer call mine.
The irony is that I was right all along.
There was a last kiss.
A last hug.
A last time I held your hand.
I was just afraid of the wrong ending.
And if I had known how our story would end, I still would have loved you.
I just would have held on a little longer during all the moments I thought we'd have forever.
