I used to be really upset, then I got mad. And now, I’m to the point where even if he wanted things to go back to how it was, I wouldn’t let it. I’ve been through too much for some stupid answer, and I’m done. I’m done with it, and I’m done with him. Next time I just hope he gives the girl a better answer than the one he gave me.
Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
It’s that moment in time when you just pull into the garage, and there’s a song on the radio you want to listen to, so you turn your car off, but leave the radio on, and you can feel the pulse of the music, the vibrations made from the bass guitar. And for one simple moment, you stare at a spot on the wall, and you feel like nothing could be better than that second. You’re not sure why you feel that way, but you do. You feel infinite.
I guess the funny thing about relationships is that they start slow, but end quickly. Full of happiness at the start, and sorrow at the end. The middle is full of ups and downs, never knowing which is which. But sometimes you know. Sometimes everything is perfect. And you don’t understand how you got so lucky. And then. It’s over, and it hurts like a knife being shoved into your heart. And that boy you said was yours, no longer is. Everything that took so long to build, the routines, the everyday things, come to a crashing halt. And you don’t know what to do anymore.