"Are those all your bags?"
"Yes"
"Do you have cash to pay my ticket?"
"Are you just going to leave like that?"
"It's too hard"
"Yes, I know it is"
And then he held me, and thanked me, again i find myself being thanked...
"thank you for loving me, for all the precious moments, for helping me.... thank you for your love..."
I had no words, and i sobbed like a child.
"you picked a sailor"
and i smiled, and said i knew and didn't regret it, the scary part is that i meant that.
I told him i loved him and then i left, and i've been crying ever since.
Damn this stupid life that makes you pay for all the good times and doesn't let you get away with mistakes.
5 comments:
Need a hug? Cause I have one with your name on it.
:) where can i come get that?
it's ok sweetie, u knew it would end and it was what u wanted and u have no regret, it couldn't be any better :)
*hugs*
Sailors have to come home eventually. If not this one, then another one, inshaAllah.
n, we deliver, wherever.
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