someday, someone will tell you that she's seeing someone else and
that she's happy and your hands will stop working. You'll have to
work hard to hold onto whatever you're holding. I hope its not
glass; I hope its not breakable. Suddenly, you'll remember
everything you ever loved about her. Everything that moved you to
tears, made your stomach tie itself in knots. that she was loyal,
that she was open for you, that she smiled against your mouth when
you kissed. that it felt easy, like God had put the two of you
together deliberately, like it had been the plan all along. but for
whatever reason, you let her go. and for a while, you thought it
was the right thing to do and you felt as if you knew exactly what
you were doing. You tried with other girls, but you just didn't get
the same rush. Except now, every part of you that touched her aches
because you know you'll never be able to touch her again. You're
never going to get that again and thats why your regret looks like
artwork that would have been a masterpiece, if you ever finished
it. your regret looks like plucking a flower before it blooms. so
maybe you'll call her and tell her you miss her and how sorry you
are and she'll sound gentle on the phone, but not in love with you
anymore. she'll say, "We happened and thats important, but you let
me go. I'm sorry but you let me go" and that's how you'll know
you've lost her.