Micro Fiction Piece

I wanted to run and hide. I wanted to forget everything concerning him. His taste. His smell. His touch. I didn’t want to remember him anymore, but, I still did.
Why? I don’t understand. I don’t have the answer. I only am left with the feelings that he left me with. The deep impact that his presence leaves me with. He lingers. Still. He lingers. It hurts, though. It hurts too deeply for me to voice, so that’s why I’m writing it out.
His name? Let’s call him Blake. Blake was everything to me. The man I wanted to have a life with. The man I wanted to share my life with.
And I wan’t enough for him.
That hurt like hell, but I got over it. Moved on. Forgave him. In the long run, he wasn’t worth it. Hating him wasn’t worth it. Thinking about him hurting wasn’t worth it.
So, I moved on from Blake… and learned to love myself.

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