Shawna Heaton brings a brief meditation on nothingness to FC
“Is this your better half?”
“No, not really.”
In a moment I was reduced to nothing. I turned my face so you couldn’t see the torment because I’ve never been good at hiding my feelings. The sting of nothingness was strong because I always thought I was at least something to you.
You were my life, my breath, my best friend, and I hoped beyond measure that somehow we could make it work, against all odds and the cruelty of timing.
You kissed me goodbye in a way that you haven’t for sometime with the sting of rejection burning my lips. I felt a familiar lump form in my throat and I had to push you away.
I could not bare to let you see I was dying inside and I wasn’t about to break down in front of you. I was choking on I love you, please stay…
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