Drifting Kite

I stood frozen. Watching him leave. A dark lava slowly taking over my brain and heart. I saw him going away. I wanted to stop him. Tell him not to go. Not to leave me alone on this world.

But I had made my own bed. I had to sleep on it alone. With nothing but the memory of his face. The way he looked at me. The warmth of his body that encompassed me in a comfortable vacuum. His weight over me. Crushing me and that beautiful sensation that always followed. Now on my life is going to be like an empty shell. Without him. Without his hands in my hands.

Whoever said “Happiness has a limit. Pain doesn’t”. He is absolutely true! Why else our happy days flew away and the pain in my heart is crawling? And why on the earth I mess up more when I try to mend it?

Now I understand why a kite looks like he is drifting when broken from its reel.

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