#good byes

"You can go. You don't have to do this anymore. I can take care of myself,"

She said in sharp, piercing tone. It wasn't a mere suggestion, she gave her an out. A free pass to leave this life, unencumbered by any guilt or responsibility.

But what she was good in reading between the lines so she understood what she meant: "I don't need you. I'm sick of your drama. Leave."

It was the worst thing you can say to anyone who spent their life trying to make yours better.

Her eyes are nimbus clouds. She straightened her back and walked past this stranger she used to know; slamming the door and the rest of her life behind her.

Some people are meant to fall in love with each other, but are not meant to be together.

And maybe that's okay, as long as you accepted the fact that you we're really not meant for each other and learned to set that people free and just wish his/her happiness the he/she desrved.

So little ash — our bodies don’t amount

to much, their slack, ever-diminishing flesh.

...

Those once-carefree hearts, now wisps —

their departing smears dismantle hers.

It has taken her so long to get them

here, to find the strength to let them go:

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