I think this is my final entry in the long running Michelle series.
Because she’s long gone.
I wish only health and happiness to her and her family.
“Do you think I can have one more kiss? I’ll find closure on your lips, and then I’ll go.”
“Maybe one more lunch and one more dinner and drinks?”
“I’ll be full and happy, and then we can part.”
“But in between meals, maybe we can lie in bed one more time.”
“One more prolonged moment where time suspends indefinitely as you rest your pretty head against me.”
You always said, “At the end of the day, I wish I could start all over and have it again with you.”
My hope is if we had “one mores,” they’d equal a lifetime, and I’ll never have to get to the part where I let you go.
But that’s not real, is it?
There are no more, “One mores.”
I met you when everything was new and exciting here in Philly, and the possibilities of the world seemed endless.
And they still are.
For you and for me.
But not us.
Somewhere between then and now, here and there, I guess we didn’t grow apart, you grew up.
I look at your beautiful face. I’m trying to memorize every lovely detail. Because I know I’ll never see you again.
When something breaks, if the pieces are large enough, you can fix it.
Unfortunately, sometimes things don’t break, they shatter.
But when you let the light in, shattered glass will glitter.
And in those moments, when all the pieces of what we were catch the sun… I’ll remember just how wonderful it was.
And just how beautiful it will always be.
Because it was us.
And we were magic.
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