They asked me if I'd missed you, if I'd been thinking about us; "You cannot miss something that is forgotten," I told them. I looked at the picture I found in my wallet from our first date, at the boy I'd been telling I love you's to; when did we stop, where did it all go wrong? How could an angel break my heart?
I wish I knew but it hurt too much to remember. The pain flowed through every place inside me like blood in my veins, tearing my heart from flesh to dust; the alcohol in my system could no longer numb it. I wish I could hide it like my deepest, darkest secret but the ache was so hard to bear.
I was trying to write something poetic but all I could come up with are words as traumatic as cancer because I couldn't help but think, honey, you've always been my favorite tumor.
