"You can say a lot of things about me, most of them bad. But you can never fucking say that I left or that I gave up." She screamed, her voice filling the air. Her pain dripping from her soul. No one heard her and no one cared. "I never meant to hurt you. I was just trying to survive. So where the fucking hell was my goodbye? At least I fucking told you. I knew better. I knew that you would be gone as soon as I let you go, I knew. It's just I wanted more than anything to believe that maybe just maybe what we had was real. But first love has a way of fading and meaning slightly less than nothing. I just wanted to be something with you! You were my best friend! Doesn't that matter to you? Even now when you openly reject, you are still one of the five people that matter. Don't you get that? It was real to me! You are in dreams. The taste of your skin, your scent, the heat of your kiss, and the look in your eyes when we laughed over stupid shit." She sat there a while longer."This is my goodbye." She whispered. "You can't hear it, and you don't want to. And that, that hurts the most because that means it was never real and you played me for the fool."

She was still there, all around him. Her makeup was on his pillow. The scent of her still clung to his sheets and to his skin. Her voice was stuck in his head. Her soul was attached to his. In that last soft kiss he could taste the desperation he could taste the grief. He didn't want to let her go. When he opened his eyes he found her staring back at him and he saw the future he knew he could have. He joked as he walked away, hoping this wasn't the end. Some things are just too good to let go even if there's no way they could have worked.

"Because of you, I learned to be strong. I learned that a man does not make me.  You taught me that I don't need any one but myself. I watched you be strong for me everyday. I watched you carry on when your world fell apart.