The Saddest Story Ever Told
I once read the saddest story ever told.
Instead of pages, it was filled with breathless moments
Instead of bookmarks, it was marked in months
And instead of a happily ever after, a twisted reality took over.
I’ve come to realize that all realities aren’t fairytales.
This is the saddest story ever told.
When I fell in love with a boy deployed across the globe
I jumped in the wind and allowed it to blow me where I needed to go.
They say “as long as you’re learning, you’ll find all you ever need to know.”
In 131 days I learned more than I ever thought I would need to.
And undoubtedly, I’m still learning.
But what leaves me in doubt is being able to find the other half of me
None of that matters, it seems.
“You don’t need me” I hear him say.
The problem is that I want him.
Some people want to go on to become a doctor, a scientist.
I wanted to go on to become his.
To coexist next to the person with whom the rest of my days would be spent.
Truthfully, I’ll never know if we would've gone the distance.
And maybe one day I’ll look back and whisper a gentle “thank you” to the world.
But right now, all I’m asking for is that chance to find out how the story could’ve ended.
Though apparently even that is too much to ask for a boy who dreamed too big, too fast.
Who drove his car too quickly into the dreams of a wishful future.
Who gave his heart away, letting all fears fly into the past.
Who will forever wonder if this is all leading to some grand fate
Or only to two singular, lonely tombs, covered with two expiration dates.
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