The Sweetest Goodbye
by Daniel Beadle - Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Stalker’s existence fades from memory. He is a shadow of myself, carrying with him an emotion that has long since outlived its usefulness. No longer am I the silent narrator who describes his every action and thought, but I am the main character now. And as I feel Stalker slip away into silent oblivion, I’m in the green field were I first met the girl I fell in love with. Her name is Jill. And I see her walking toward me, wearing a white summer dress. I join her, and hold her hand in my own. I speak the words that I know she’ll never hear.“I miss you…” I say. “I think I’ll go on missing you for quite a while.” She smiles at me, but her eyes are filled with sorrow. “As often as I look at pictures of you, none of them quite capture how beautiful you are in person. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you… and everything we shared. It was like… being complete. I desired nothing more than to be with you. …To laugh with you. …To love you. Completely.”
I pause as I look away. “I’m sorry that had to end. I wish I could repair what we had. …But I can only live in the past for so long. The truth is, we don’t share the same future.” I look into her eyes. “I don’t know if I’ll ever stop loving you, Jill. But I hope that your life brings you all the happiness that I couldn’t give you.” I kiss her hand, and I whisper “Goodbye.”
And I walk away.
"Well, I'm gonna get out of bed every morning... breath in and out all day long. Then, after a while I won't have to remind myself to get out of bed every morning and breath in and out... and, then after a while, I won't have to think about how I had it great and perfect for a while."—Sam Baldwin
