When You're Gone.

Sometimes I think about what I would say to you if I ever come face-to-face with you again.

My first thought is that I would be a hard-ass, completely unrelenting and unforgiving of everything that you’ve done. That’s what I should do.

But if I’m being honest with myself, I know that I won’t.
Oh I’ll have every intention of doing that; of ripping you to shreds and making you feel like shit. But then I’ll look into your eyes. You’ll smile my favorite smile. And you’ll know that I simply can’t resist you.
You’ll pull me right back in.

Then you’ll say some phony apology, and I’ll tell you just how much I’ve missed you.
And everything will be perfect.

But for how long? You surely haven’t changed, and I sincerely doubt that you ever will. I’ll never mean anything more to you, and what I mean now isn’t nearly enough. Next to nothing, if we’re being honest.

So, for these reasons, I hope I never come face-to-face with you again. Because I deserve better. And that’s so much easier to see when you’re gone.

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