What Lies in My Past
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A Broken Heart
It doesnâ€™t go away when the other person does die, though. Dead or alive, how could I forgive a murderer? I didnâ€™t exaggerate when I had said that he was my life. He was. So he took my life away when he died.
As I stared at my ceiling, I wanted to cry. I wanted to cry my heart out. I wanted to measure my love for him in tears. However, I didnâ€™t cry. I just stared blankly at the texture on the ceiling. My heart was shattered, therefor, could not bleed. When most people claim to have had their hearts broken, they cry so many tears. But there heart being broken isnâ€™t the problem, itâ€™s their heart still working. Still loving them with everything that they are. Most people will never know what a broken heart feels like.
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I remember reading old books and imagining Jason and I in the settings. The books were written during a time when snow covered the ground during the winter, and at night, you could actually see stars! Iâ€™d always wondered what they looked like from the night sky. I would imagine Jason and I sitting under the stars. Stars were a fantasy, but I never imagined Jason feeling like one.
I missed him, but just not the way that I wanted to. Somehow, I couldnâ€™t get him out of my mind on that day when I walked down the street and the overcast sky covered me. It was very warm, but normal for Summer. I was headed toward the library. I needed to occupy myself as much as possible.
Denial. Thatâ€™s what my mother called it. She said that I was trying to run away from my problems. I tried telling her that she had never had her heart broken before, but she begged to differ. I looked up the marble staircase before turning around.
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â€œA broken heart. I finally understand. You made me understand. But itâ€™s because of that that I may never be able to move on,â€ I said. I knew that it was just a stone, but I needed something. It was somehow a symbol of him, and I used it that way.
* * *
I cried hysterically. â€œPlease, donâ€™t leave me. I need you. You may not understand, but I really do need you in my life,â€ I said.
My body was pressed against his. He held me tightly as I closed my eyes. â€œShhh. Itâ€™s going to be alright. Just promise me that youâ€™ll find someone new.â€
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â€œYou know that it was too much for you to ask of me. You know that I wonâ€™t be able to move on. You mustâ€™ve known that. Iâ€™m not saying that you didnâ€™t careâ€¦.I donâ€™t even know what Iâ€™m saying. I love you. I never wouldâ€™ve have left you. I never wouldâ€™ve left you with this pain,â€ I said. I began crying, but not the way that I cried before he left. It wasnâ€™t with nearly the same intensity. They were just a few, bitter tears. â€œI never wouldâ€™ve left you,â€ I whispered quietly. My whisper was washed away by the light rain. â€œI never wouldâ€™ve done that to you."