As long as your happy

I have this fantasy that when I come back home, we will somehow run into each other. I keep replaying a situation where our eyes meet once again at the local bar.

I’ll just be out catching up with all my buddies, laughing, having a good time.

Then I’ll look over someone’s shoulder and see you walk through the door with your new boyfriend.

My heart will break once more like it did the day you ended things.

I will try to force my gaze away from your beauty, even though it’s going to feel utterly impossible.

I won’t go up and say hi to you, nor you will to me. We will just coexist, in the same room, before one of us ultimately leaves.

I will watch you smile and radiate happiness with your new man.

Memories we had will flood through me one last time, and I’ll smile at the fact that what we had was so good, too good, and now you have something even better.

I will watch how he treats you, study it, learn from it.

And when it’s time for you to leave and walk out that door, I hope our eyes lock one last time.

I hope we pause there for a moment, thanking each other for the good times we had with only our eyes.

I’ll mouth the words I should have said to you more before you go, I Love You.

You will mouth them back, and I will feel it from head to toe, but then your new guy will put his arm around you, and you will both walk out the door, get in the car, and leave.

Memories last a lifetime, but in that moment the feeling of being loved by you grew stronger, which is weird knowing it’s the last time I’ll probably see her again.

I hope she felt the same.