Goodbye

I believe in love at first sight. I really do. Not a day has gone by that I haven't thought about you since the moment our eyes met. I long for a time and a place that doesn't exist yet. Will that be near a church in Rome or by a lake in South Carolina? Where will we meet again? The answer to this shy curiosity is ultimately hurt, but I can't help. A part of me wishes the blissful pain and regretful memories will stay with me always. You ruined my life and I hope you die. I hate you.

I don't know anymore. I'm confused and exhausted.

Move on, I tell myself. It's never wrong to move forward, isn't it? I have a great man by my side now. How could this be wrong?

Move on, please.