Goodbye.
O n e
The first thing I noticed about you was your smile. It pulled me in, and I was a fool for not resisting. I guess you could say I loved your smile more than I loved you.
T w o
We watched a thunderstorm from your porch, leaves and rain falling down, wind howling, thunder roaring.
You said the flashes of lightning were beautiful, and you watched them with your eyes closed, but I couldn't bring myself to close my eyes, not even for a second. I was too busy staring at you.
T h r e e
We were standing on a bridge, watching the water run, run, run beneath us. Fireflies danced in the air, playing a game of tag that I could only watch; never join. Your voice broke my thoughts. 'Isn't it amazing how humans can link one piece of land to another with bridges like this one?' I could only nod and wish someone would invent bridges to link people, bridges that no one would ever knock down.
F o u r
'Love is a lie,' you told me. It was winter, snow falling around us, and I reached for your hand in the cold only for you to pull away.
'Love is a lie,' you repeated, 'Just like everything else.' But then, who's the liar?
F i v e
I was on your couch, half-asleep and saying nonsense things about the weather and how flowers are lonely and didn't that tree's leaves look reddish-purple? And you put your arm around me, and the sound of your breathing drowned out the television, and...
S i x
You were smiling.
S e v e n
I wrote my name on your wrist. When you asked why, I just said, 'So you won't forget me.' but it faded, of course, just like I will.
E i g h t
'You're beautiful,' you said, kissing the spaces between my fingers. That's when I found out who the liar was.
You. You.
You.
N i n e
You were gone for the weekend, visiting family members. I was on my bed, hopes and phone in hand.
'Do you miss me?' I asked. I won't try to say how much it hurt when you said 'No'.
T e n
I had a dream of you driving away in autumn wind, waving goodbye, and I could do nothing but stare and think this can't be happening. And I woke up to find you gone. The only reminders I have of your existence are these photographs and a post-it note.
'Goodbye' is all it says.
Goodbye.
- - - - - - - -
I did not write this, Amertie on Deviantart did. I just, this piece hit me so hard, I actually cried near the end, 'Cause I know what it's like to feel just like that girl. It's really a sick and twisted game in my opinion. How men and women are. It's this constant game of domanince, and who's better. It's the constant fighting, and who can hurt who first? And the worst? I know it's hard to say, but I want to be loved. That's all I want. Nothing else. If that means I'm poor, living in a trailer, so be it. If it means I have to be on food stamps, and wellfair, so be it. As long as I'm with the one I truely love, nothing else matters to me.
But guess what? 99.8% Of guys don't think like that. All I want is for the guy I'm with to be able to say "You know what, Ashley? I love you." Or "Ashley, I think you're beautiful." Or "You're special to me." etc. I just want to know for a fact I'm not just going to be tossed to the side. I just, I want to know for a fact that everything about me, myself, makes that person happy. Makes his heart race, or as far as this little story goes, Smile. -sighs- I guess I just want to be the best I can for whoever I'm with. I'd do anything to make him happy, I just, I just wonder sometimes if he notices. I'm doing it again. Meh.
The first thing I noticed about you was your smile. It pulled me in, and I was a fool for not resisting. I guess you could say I loved your smile more than I loved you.
T w o
We watched a thunderstorm from your porch, leaves and rain falling down, wind howling, thunder roaring.
You said the flashes of lightning were beautiful, and you watched them with your eyes closed, but I couldn't bring myself to close my eyes, not even for a second. I was too busy staring at you.
T h r e e
We were standing on a bridge, watching the water run, run, run beneath us. Fireflies danced in the air, playing a game of tag that I could only watch; never join. Your voice broke my thoughts. 'Isn't it amazing how humans can link one piece of land to another with bridges like this one?' I could only nod and wish someone would invent bridges to link people, bridges that no one would ever knock down.
F o u r
'Love is a lie,' you told me. It was winter, snow falling around us, and I reached for your hand in the cold only for you to pull away.
'Love is a lie,' you repeated, 'Just like everything else.' But then, who's the liar?
F i v e
I was on your couch, half-asleep and saying nonsense things about the weather and how flowers are lonely and didn't that tree's leaves look reddish-purple? And you put your arm around me, and the sound of your breathing drowned out the television, and...
S i x
You were smiling.
S e v e n
I wrote my name on your wrist. When you asked why, I just said, 'So you won't forget me.' but it faded, of course, just like I will.
E i g h t
'You're beautiful,' you said, kissing the spaces between my fingers. That's when I found out who the liar was.
You. You.
You.
N i n e
You were gone for the weekend, visiting family members. I was on my bed, hopes and phone in hand.
'Do you miss me?' I asked. I won't try to say how much it hurt when you said 'No'.
T e n
I had a dream of you driving away in autumn wind, waving goodbye, and I could do nothing but stare and think this can't be happening. And I woke up to find you gone. The only reminders I have of your existence are these photographs and a post-it note.
'Goodbye' is all it says.
Goodbye.
- - - - - - - -
I did not write this, Amertie on Deviantart did. I just, this piece hit me so hard, I actually cried near the end, 'Cause I know what it's like to feel just like that girl. It's really a sick and twisted game in my opinion. How men and women are. It's this constant game of domanince, and who's better. It's the constant fighting, and who can hurt who first? And the worst? I know it's hard to say, but I want to be loved. That's all I want. Nothing else. If that means I'm poor, living in a trailer, so be it. If it means I have to be on food stamps, and wellfair, so be it. As long as I'm with the one I truely love, nothing else matters to me.
But guess what? 99.8% Of guys don't think like that. All I want is for the guy I'm with to be able to say "You know what, Ashley? I love you." Or "Ashley, I think you're beautiful." Or "You're special to me." etc. I just want to know for a fact I'm not just going to be tossed to the side. I just, I want to know for a fact that everything about me, myself, makes that person happy. Makes his heart race, or as far as this little story goes, Smile. -sighs- I guess I just want to be the best I can for whoever I'm with. I'd do anything to make him happy, I just, I just wonder sometimes if he notices. I'm doing it again. Meh.