There was a Boy. There was no Boy. There was a boy between the states of Boy and Non-Boy.
Now, there is not, and never will be, a Boy.
I tore up the "Happy birthday, with love" card. I threw away the dried purple flowers. I deleted the phone number. I trashed eight years' worth of emails. I removed contact information, email addresses, and screen names.
When I get home, I will burn the letters, throw away the Prom corsage, throw away the movie ticket of the first kiss.
There is no more Boy, there is no more feather. What for eight years was the greatest joy of my life was for six months the worst thing to ever happen to me.
There is no more Boy, the scale tips up, and my life can begin again.
Now, there is not, and never will be, a Boy.
I tore up the "Happy birthday, with love" card. I threw away the dried purple flowers. I deleted the phone number. I trashed eight years' worth of emails. I removed contact information, email addresses, and screen names.
When I get home, I will burn the letters, throw away the Prom corsage, throw away the movie ticket of the first kiss.
There is no more Boy, there is no more feather. What for eight years was the greatest joy of my life was for six months the worst thing to ever happen to me.
There is no more Boy, the scale tips up, and my life can begin again.
3 comments:
It is SO good to have you back.
As always I could say lots. This time I won't. I've been there, done that and got the T-shirt. I empathise.
I pray (metaphorically speaking) that you have put it all behind you and can move forward.
You have been sorely missed. And I suspect it's not just those of us in Blogland who have missed you.
Yup, we've been there, but it is rarely something we would wish to experience. Hope all goes well in the future.
Boys are overrated. But some day there'll be a Man...
Glad you're back.
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