You’ve just left. After the most emotional night.
You just texted me saying “I’m breaking”. I am breaking too. Shattering into a million tiny pieces.
My heart hurts.
This evening, just before the rain came thundering down, you hugged me from behind as we looked out across the city. We could see the high-rise of the apartment complex you’re staying in. I asked which way your window faced. You said the other way. And we both sobbed.
I wish I could’ve just stayed there forever in your arms. Suspended in time. Just the two of us, Just how it should be. Just how it should always be.
But you had to leave. I’d made you tea. You said you’d leave after you finished your tea. Then the rains started. You said you’d go when the rains stopped.
I said I didn’t want you to finish your tea and I didn’t want the rains to ever stop.
But they did. And you left.
After another emotional goodbye. Where you told me it wasn’t my fault. Where you told me not to blame myself. Where you told me you’d always be proud of me. Where you said you’d be there for me if things got really bad and I wanted to hurt myself. Because you still love me. And you still care for me.
We kissed. Which we shouldn’t have. But I pressed my body into yours and I felt the earth fall away beneath me. No floor. No apartment. No Thailand.
Just us. Joined. One team. One unit. Together.
It physically hurt me to stop kissing you. To stop holding you. And to let you go.
We’ll see each other again. Probably, unfortunately, in work tomorrow. But it won’t be the same.
I hope we have another night like tonight. Even though it hurts. Another night where we bare all and cry into each other’s shoulders.
Where we say all the things we should’ve spent years saying.
I’ll part with you 1000 times more if it means 1000 more nights like this with you.
I am heartbroken.