May 2, 2018
“You spoke softly that night, told me that love is complicated. You turned to face me, moonlight grazing your angelic face. You raised your hand and stopped my tears from falling. You leaned into me and tasted my lips and allowed me to taste yours. “It tastes bittersweet”, you said, “to get a taste of something so delicious for the very last time.” I looked down at your lips. They were red and a bit swollen from all the kissing we had done previously. I didn’t need to look at your eyes to know that you felt it too. I heard it in your voice and decided that that must be enough. You were broken by our love too. And there was nothing we could do to fix what has broken into two.”
— e.s. // the bittersweet goodbye.
