Forward

To keep looking back and wishing for times past would just make me extremely hypocritical. My words lose their credibility and that, being one of the reasons I am reminiscing now, is not what I want my promises to be.

I promised to move on, to forget her and to go our separate ways. I think I will do that from right now. I have so much more to look forward to, a new life elsewhere and new people to meet. I will find someone else to give my heart to, knowing full well she could break my heart as completely as this one did.

But hey, what good is life if you don't take chances? I'm jumping off the edge, taking the plunge, taking life as it comes. Whatever you want to call it, it is simply, a new beginning.

Distance

I was the one to tell her to forget me. I was the one to tell her that I hated her when all I really meant was that I loved her so much that she hurt me so much that I could not bear to tell her I loved her anymore. I was the one to give up on everything.

But giving up isn't letting go, is it?

I cannot let her go. She distances herself from me. Such cold, unfeeling politeness that is the same for a stranger and a lover cuts and seals, leaving a frostbitten scar as the only mark. Does she know that I still, in all sense of the word, love her?

She doesn't care I guess. Too far away to hear my cries, too long gone to see me stuck in a rut, looking at the little sparkles of light refracting through the crystals of ice she left behind.

Good bye, she says, and she means it.