The words you uttered into the silence, the meaning lost on everyone but me.
You held my eyes for but a moment, regret flashing across your face
The ghost of an "I love you" playing at your lips
Not once did I expect you to continue, for I knew it was the end
Yet I studied your face, hoping and hoping for another sign that maybe there was still something there.
Drunk words are sober thoughts and somehow, I knew. I knew this would happen.
I didn't cry that night. Quite the opposite, in fact.
I was at peace.
The chapter had reached it's final sentence; the book had been closed.
You might want to pick it up again one day but I already know the ending.
It's quite sad, really, but I healed.
I hope you do, too.
-Dedicated to the first boy I ever loved
~ written a week ago; four months after the last