The long overdue end to a summer romance
It pains me to know, that no person has yet been able to fill the immense void that I create in their absence. For a while my melancholy at our parting led me to make our memories far more glorious, far more beautiful than truthfully, they were. My recollections seemed to omit every time you'd disregard my words, or grab me too harshly, and I seemed to omit the last conversation we had before I'd see you again. How I had cried for you in muffled sobs to receive nothing but harsh and hollow words back. It hurt me, how abruptly you could say goodbye, as if I hadn't shrunk myself so small for you, and spent months under, over, inbetween you. All of this, now simply reminds me that I had carved you far too large of a space in my mind & that I had, quite simply, done myself an injustice to keep you up on this pedestal all these months. But at least I know now, that you are only wonderful in thought, yet not in practice and that you are only valuable as an idea, yet not as a reality. I'm glad that we have parted ways