Seam ripper

I initiated the close with deafening soft finality. Gentle as the silence you offered over months of no explanations. I wish I could say it felt like a quiet ache, but the way you seam ripped yourself out of my life was excruciating. The way you treated me before you left made things even worse.

You always meant more to me than casual friendship. I thought we saw each other with mutual care and reciprocity. The kind of love that sits without labels or selfishness and embraces earnest acceptance. It felt really beautiful.

To lose someone like that leaves a chest-gaping wound, but I do appreciate preparing me with your artificial expiration dates. It will scab over exposed bone and I will be some semblance of ok.

Of course, a few days after my first steps towards my disappearing act you initiated contact. Why did you do that? Why couldn’t you just let me go?

I could have been there for you if you just let me in.