Gone
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GONEGONEGONEGONEGONE
Sometimes you realize quite important things too late. Now I see that autumn and rain are not too bad. They understand me. The sky seems a lot deeper. The dark exposed branches are drowning, vulnerably falling down as the wind blows roughly. But who I can share it with now? I cannot see drops beating the glass with the wind's late autumn rage, my vision is blurry with my own tears. I lean against the window, my body is shaking and weak. The cold glass is pleasant against my hot forehead. The street is empty, The whole world seems empty. And my heart is empty. He left and left the door wide open, letting the freezing draught inside.
We kept each other warm with loving hands, affectionate but awkward kisses, tight hugs. I can remember times when it felt right, against all laws, heartless rumors and open scowls. When we held each other's hands and whole world seemed to be in his eyes. Fragile feeling. It was crystal flower, that he left in my heart. I was mesmerized by its beauty. Beauty too fragile for this world. I was not worthy it. I thought I needed people's affections and friendship. I thought it was a shame to be treated like a careless pervert. I wasn't. But I became.
All I needed was him. To see him, his smile, that spark he held, to hear his beloved voice, the most beautiful sound for me. But I broke the flower. I broke him, his heart, his hopes, his faiths, his life. Maybe, he's watching the sky like me…
We were always connected like two perfect halves. But I broke connection. I was a twit. I was blind. Hopelessly blind. And he was far from it. He was higher than we are. He still is. I thought we were dirty. Now I see that we simply live in the dirty world. Now there even isn't a word "we". There is me- dumbass, still feeling but not worthy it- and him-simply angel. My angel. Maybe, once… Now this bliss has gone away. He's not mine, my heart is not mine. It's empty, broken, forgotten. My love is not mine. And it's right. I deserve it. I chose this way and I'm gonna live it. For him. For my angel. Only now I realize that he's perfect. Perfect. And gone.
