Incomplete
You're moving?" I said, not believing what you just told me.
"Yes...." You start to cry, and I feel my heart break. I hold you close, but your tears continue to run.
Those next few weeks were a blur. All I remember is being with you, and doing whatever I could to be with you. Whether it be helping pack boxes, or simply sitting on that swing on your front porch, waiting for the realtor to come, I was with you. I wish it could have lasted longer.
Finally, the day came. I remember waking up, and lying back down again. I was telling myself it was just a dream. But it wasn't. And I knew it. I finally convinced myself to get up, so I could be with you before you left. For good. I hate saying that.
I remember trudging along to your house, not really believing what I was doing. It felt more like a funeral march than a bid for farewell. I remember looking at the sky, and think that I'd never again get to see the eyes that matched.
Upon arriving at your house, I found the place in total chaos. Family, friends, and moving men were going in and out. I remember comparing them to worker ants. Rush in; rush out, in, out. I smiled at the thought.
As I surveyed the scene, I realized that I didn't see you. Upon questioning your mother, and bidding her well, I turned, and headed towards you location. You know the place. That secluded bank on the creek behind your house. The one where we always played when we were younger. As I approached, I saw you. I stood there for a moment, realizing that this was the last time I'd see you like this. Finally, I walked forward and put my had on your shoulder.
You didn't even look up. You knew it was me. I sat down next to you, and you turned, and gave me a melancholy smile.
"This is it, isn't it?" You said, a steady stream of fresh tears flowing from your eyes "I'll never see you again, will I?"
"No. I replied, reaching out to wipe the tears from your eyes.
"You know I'll still love you, right? There'll never be anyone I love as much as you."
"I know," I said smiling, and feeling tears sting my eyes. "I know."
You looked at me, smiled, and leaned your head on my shoulder. I don't know how long we stayed there. It felt like forever, but it was still too short.
Finally, we heard your mother calling. Without a word, you looked at me. In that instant, I saw everything. And I knew that without a doubt, I would never see you again. You smiled at me for the last time, and left without a word.
I stood there. And stood there. And stood there. I stood there till I heard the crickets chirping. Then I cried. And cried. And cried. Because I knew I would never again be complete. But the worst part was, that neither would you. And that hurt worse than anything.
-FIN-
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