a short story, thingy.. don't know what it is. but here it is:
My mouth moves to the unbelievable words. My lips form the breathtaking, backstabbing letters. Spelling them out perfect and clear. I still don’t understand them. And you’re long gone from the empty space inside of me. The hollow used to contain you, but now it is being replaced by something strained and itchy. I cannot for the love of God understand what is there now. But I don’t like it. I repeat the strange and confusing words you left on the porch of my heart. “I don’t love you anymore.”
And so the time passes. I spy on the stupid clock, thinking if I stare at it long enough, It’s going to stop, right? Right..?
My feet are dressed in green converse, as I hurry on the surface of the lake. I run as fast as the ice can carry me. You’re standing by a huge hole in the thick ice, and I try to scream at you to stay still and wait for me, but you’re not listening. And then you jump down into the freezing deadly water.
Maybe the nightmares mean I miss you. When you slip through the ice and die, maybe it’s my own brain forcing itself to think you’ve died, instead of just left me? Maybe. Either way, it still hurts.
I guess our relationship was always built on top of a deck of cards-house. And I assume our romance was always that fake, like an illusion. But now when it all has left with the summer, everything is cold and uncomfortable. I wonder what made me believe you ever loved me at all? Could it have been the “I don’t love you anymore” as you left, that made me think this over. Because when we were together, you never uttered the words “I love you”. But I guess you did after all.
I won't say it sucks. Not going to say it is too bad. Because it is truthfully as if something's died within me. My body is only an empty shell where my everything once were. And it is pure and raw torture without you.