'Honesty is a double edged sword.' My body shakes, not from the chill of the rainy day aftermath, but from the thoughts of what could have, would have and should have been. Finally, after two and a half years, the truth slowly seeps between the lines of the most honest conversation we've had yet. Your thoughts. Mine. Mirrored, like our lives in airports and out of suitcases. Conversations exchanged between packing for there, and a quick touchdown here. We’ve come full circle from those eventful nights in Hollyweird; from silence and forced distance to an intimate friendship and back. I never understood why you let me go, but I do now.
You’re ingrained in my memory as the epitome of perfection. While it will always be easier to see the flawless characteristics in someone other than yourself, know that this is true. Neither of us believe in ‘leagues,’ but this doesn’t change the notion (and my firm stance) that you are light-years out of mine. We will look back and laugh, as we always have, but the underlying truth is that we perceived the other to better than what we deserved. Perhaps not for forever, just for now.
And for now, we’ve both let go. The tickling edges of this unsheathed sword remind us that it will never be ‘all in the past,’ but we must keep on
keeping moving on.