sometimes the only way i know how to say it, is from the third person..
*tip tap,*
*tip tap*
The hallow echo of her heels upon the tile was the only sound that filled the, once again, empty walls. Walls that had housed a thousand events, emotions, people, and now only memories. Some she wished she could erase from her being so that she wouldn’t have to suffer every following moment without him. The front yard where they had their first kiss, amidst a lengthy grass fight. The living room - home to hours of love-making, watching movies,…it was here she first played “I miss you” on her guitar and sang its sweet lyrics to him, where he had to ask her to stop because he “falls in love too easily.” Endless nights of partying and playing filled every nook and corner of that house. The tent they had pitched in the backyard and later ended up in her bedroom where they fought and made up and watched their favorite movies. Her room…where they had hid from the world to find themselves utterly in each other. Where he had cared for her when she was sick, in recovery, and simply too beaten down by her world - so he invited her into his. Songs he had played, songs he had written. Elton John’s “Tiny Dancer” was one of the first they shared. It had been love at first sight.
And now the deafening silence pushed on her from all around. She couldn’t move, it seemed. Where to now? What next? She had her things packed away, yet inside she felt she had forgotten something…something important.
How do you say goodbye?
Dan: And you left him, just like that?
Alice: It's the only way to leave. "I don't love you anymore. Goodbye."
Dan: Supposing you do still love them?
Alice: You don't leave.
Dan: You've never left someone you still love?
Alice: Nope.
~Closer
*tip tap*
The hallow echo of her heels upon the tile was the only sound that filled the, once again, empty walls. Walls that had housed a thousand events, emotions, people, and now only memories. Some she wished she could erase from her being so that she wouldn’t have to suffer every following moment without him. The front yard where they had their first kiss, amidst a lengthy grass fight. The living room - home to hours of love-making, watching movies,…it was here she first played “I miss you” on her guitar and sang its sweet lyrics to him, where he had to ask her to stop because he “falls in love too easily.” Endless nights of partying and playing filled every nook and corner of that house. The tent they had pitched in the backyard and later ended up in her bedroom where they fought and made up and watched their favorite movies. Her room…where they had hid from the world to find themselves utterly in each other. Where he had cared for her when she was sick, in recovery, and simply too beaten down by her world - so he invited her into his. Songs he had played, songs he had written. Elton John’s “Tiny Dancer” was one of the first they shared. It had been love at first sight.
And now the deafening silence pushed on her from all around. She couldn’t move, it seemed. Where to now? What next? She had her things packed away, yet inside she felt she had forgotten something…something important.
How do you say goodbye?
Dan: And you left him, just like that?
Alice: It's the only way to leave. "I don't love you anymore. Goodbye."
Dan: Supposing you do still love them?
Alice: You don't leave.
Dan: You've never left someone you still love?
Alice: Nope.
~Closer