Did you know it’s been over two years since we talked here? I had this idea today to plan a trip to DC with my boyfriend for the cherry blossom festival…. So I started googling dates and hotels and maps.
Maps. That’s where it got me. Maps. Streets and places- memories. Miles walked along those routes. Subway rides. The hot sweatiness of the city in summer. The homeless man who made up poetry for me, and for all my change. There’s always a price.
It should be done, don’t you think?
The loss. The pain. The anger. The shallow and quick breaths- their futility in keeping the tears at bay. But I keep them there anyways.
The regrets. Should I have been so quick to run?
The reality. There were less than shreds of tattered truth to that relationship.
The love. God damn the love.
You’re the only one who can maybe understand.
He destroyed the places I loved.
Both inside and out.
Both near and far.
Far away to the cherry blossoms and nearest still to my heart.
I needed someone to know this.
Love to you.