Some couples break up because they fall out of love.
Some couples break up because they find that they’re deeply incompatible on some level that they cannot overcome.
But this is different. You and I are different. I still love you, and you still love me. We’re so perfect for each other. We complement each other
And yet you’re driving across the country. It will be months before I see you again. And we’ve decided that this has to be the end of “us.” It hurts like hell. I love you, and I will always love you. But this is the end, I guess. I’m sorry. I love you.
I love every part of you.
From the dandruff you leave on my pillowcase
like a snowflake halo
every time you sleep over
to the way you sometimes start to giggle hysterically
after I’ve just finished making love to you
as quietly as I can so we don’t wake
anyone in the dorm rooms next to yours.
I know that someday you’ll be sleeping, darling,
likely dreaming off the pain.
I hope you hear me in the stree lights humming,
softly breathing out your name.
I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling,
scars will remain.
I know that even with the distance slowly wearing at your name,
your hands still catch the light the right way
and our hearts still beat the same.
Brooklyn, this is goodbye. Tonight I sleep alone. And I will sleep alone for a long time. But I want you to know that even though we saw this coming, even though we knew this pain was on its way to us, I would not change a thing.
You are a beauty undeniable.
You are lover unforgettable.
You are a comrade unconditional.
You are a woman undefinable.
I am glad that you were mine.
Better things are coming for you and I. If I can’t love you as a lover, I will love you as a friend. And until I die I will sing our names in unison.