BABY ANGEL

A successful [relationship] requires falling in love multiples times, but always with the same person.

If only you knew how you destroyed me. You took the most mundane things in my life and dipped every part of them in your hue that there isn’t a day that I can pass without thinking about you. I fill the emptiness inside my heart with other things—music, drinks, and friends, but they’re not enough. They are not you. They are not enough. And they will never be.  I deleted every photo we took together and stashed your old letters into a small, dark corner of my closet. But what makes my heart pound at night and my eyes sting with the onset of fresh tears are the memories that I cannot quite get rid of. Etched to my heart, I replay the best of them every now and then and imagine a future with you still in it, but they’re not enough. They are not you. They are not enough. And they will never be. You left me all alone in a world full of anger and sorrow and you didn’t care enough to step a foot back into my life. I wonder if you know what that feels like. And I hope you never do, because once you get a taste of it, it will leave a gaping hole in your heart that will not get filled with anything, because nothing is ever enough.  And nothing will be for a long time.