“I Remember… Do You Remember?”
I remember that day, at the bus station…
I remember how you were made to leave me, how you cried the whole way there… how my heart felt like it was tearing into tiny little micro-ribbons. Trying to put on a brave face was the hardest of all, since I felt like I was going to collapse. I remember forcing a brief goodbye because they were watching us, and the look in your eyes as you stepped away from me. The feeling of you leaving my arms was like thousands of barbed shards of poisoned glass piercing my entire body. Like embracing a shattered mirror, losing my reflection. These memories come rushing at me, and it’s like tearing the sutures out of a tender wound, that you didn’t realize was still there until you move… or think… the wrong way.
But I guess what I’m trying to say is, that day, as I watched the bus depart, I felt like I had officially become all alone in the world. I felt like I was trapped in a swimming pool, and the sky was a tarp coming down over me. Like I’d drown in the loss of you. What I’m trying to say is, all I have to do if ever I question my love for you is remember that time, tear open that wound and remember how it felt to lose you. Then I ask myself if I’m willing for it ever to happen again.
And to that I say, dear God, please never put me through that again. To that I say, I honestly don’t think I could bear the thought of watching your back as you walk away from me and have every fiber of me screaming in agony to run and hold you knowing that I can’t, that I’ve lost that privilege.
Andrue Sebastian Owens, I never ever in a million years want to lose you ever again. I hope you feel the same, I hope you’ll always feel the same. And somehow I kind of have a feeling you feel the same. I wish I could create some new phrase or something to explain how I really feel, but I guess the only thing I can really say… is I LoveYou. And I can only hope to God you understand how much is behind each letter of those three words. 
… and P.S.—-
Thank you. <3
