“Stay and make it right again

Stay and make it right again

Yes I know I hurt you, Baby

With this one careless kiss

But stay tonight and make it right again”

            I didn’t mean to hurt you that day, hell, I didn’t mean to hurt you at all.  I was so caught up in the moment that I had no idea where it went wrong. In the brief

moment of insanity I laid down and slept with someone that wasn’t you, someone that could never be you.. And timing had never been my strongest attributes

because during that brief exchange you walked in smiling so bright that the sun would’ve been blinded by you. That smile, that eye blinding smile fell off your

beautiful face and in that moment two hearts broke.

“Used to end each day

Safely gathered in

And I was sure

Now I’m left standing by the door

Crying for the time when I

Was yours”

A week has passed and you still won’t even look at me, everyday you’d come home from work and sleep in the guest bedroom. This silence is killing me, please

talk to me, you’re so close and yet all I can do is stare at your broken silhouette. Another week goes by and you finally break. I try to hold on to you but you’re

thrashing around like a child. I repeat the words “don’t leave me” over and over like a mantra while trying to caress your hair. Your struggle finally comes to an end

but your sobbing is still loud in my ears. “Please” your voice sounds so broken and I subconsciously pull you in tighter as if I can mend you. “Please, just let me go.”

Letting go has never been easy, especially when the person who’s been in my life for so long has finally given up on me, on us. I can’t do it, I don’t want to do. In a

single  arbitrary moment I shove him against the door and kiss him. Over and over, I whisper “I love you, please don’t leave me.” He kisses back, but I can tell that

the feelings he had are gone. That doesn’t stop me from trying though. That night we made love for the final time. The next morning you and all of your belongings

were gone, and I was left broken on the floor. Who would pick up the pieces of my broken heart?

“Tears between the silences

But tears can’t make it right again

Got some friends to take me places

Lately I’m smiling more

‘Cause tears will never make it right again”

A year had gone by and the pain you left me with is still there, especially going to all of our favorite places, but I’m learning to numb the pain. I cry in bed sometimes

and my dreams of you are so vivid, so real that I wish I could stay in them forever. Do you still dream about me? I pass by our café, I wonder if you still remember

the first day we met. It was spring and you were there with some friends and I was running late for work, but no matter how late I always stopped in for a banana nut

muffin and iced hibiscus tea. If it wasn’t for that collision between us I would’ve never known what love was. You showed that to me, and I let it slip through my

fingers. We weren’t always in sync but what we had, I’ll never have with anyone else. You were my rock and I let you drown.. Can I ever make this right?

“But I sometimes hear your key

Or dream that you’re asleep

Beside my touch

Because I can’t let go of love

And I can never say goodbye

Enough”

Another year has passed and it’s easier to accept that you’re not coming back. I can smile more and the dreams slowly fading. The autumn leaves are bright against

the hibernating trees and pull my jacket up just a little. Making my way to our favorite café I stop dead in my tracks. You’re there standing in front smiling

nostalgically and my heart forgets how to pulse. You’ve changed so much, your hair is now bright pink and you’ve lost weight. Every instinct in me is telling me to

turn around but my feet move forward. “Y-yesung” You’re head whips around in shock and we stare at each other. Time has stopped and I almost reach out for you, but

then the door opens a crowd of people walk through. I’m forced back into reality. “Should we go inside?” You’re cheeks are dusted in pink and I feel myself slipping

back into a love a locked away. Still, I follow you like a lost puppy. Sitting in the corner of the café where we first met, I can’t help but feel a bit of irony. The corners

of my lips twitch and I you stare at me quizzically. “What are we doing?” You look at me nervously before pulling out a small envelope. “I know that’s we’ve had our

differences but I thought you should know something.” He hands me the envelope and common sense would tell me not to open, to just give it back to him and run

away. But I’ve never been one to have common sense. Shakily I open it and to no surprise it’s wedding invitation. Unbeknownst to me tears have already started

falling from my face, but I try to act brave by putting on a smile. I’m suffocating all over again. Is this truly the end?