I died a little today. It was something so funny, and I know you would have thought it was funny too. I had the message all typed out, but just before I hit send, I remembered. We aren’t doing that anymore. And so I died a little today.
I died a little today. I figured some things out for myself. I was brave. I was almost the me I used to know. The me from such a long time ago, before I was damaged goods. The me that used to know exactly what she wanted out of life. I was her for a moment today, and I wanted to tell you. But you have your own life, and I have mine. You don’t want any part of me. And so I died a little today.
I think you would have been proud of me, but I can’t share my day with you.
I think you would have cheered for me, but you don’t want to know about the game.
I think you would have laughed with me and at me, but we aren’t laughing anymore.
We aren’t anything. We never were. We were merely a dream that never came true. Lovers that never met. Time that passed, and I who gave myself; empty, hollow, emotionless, broken.