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.