Anna Banana (mylovelyhero) wrote in parafaze,
Anna Banana

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"Just give me one reason why this wouldn't work out! I don't understand why not. I love you, you love me. All those things you said, what the fuck were they supposed to mean?! Huh? What did I ever do to you?"
He was yelling straight into my face, but I just wouldn't look up. I couldn't stand seeing us like this. I looked up through my bangs that swept across my left eye. He was crying, and I already was. I didn't want to handle this. It was the last thing I wanted to do.
"You hate what ifs, and I'm a hypothetical person. I like to pretend, so I'll pretend this never happened, and that I never smiled back at you."
I kissed him one last time, and sort of pushed him towards the door. Once he was in the hallway, I shut the door on him. I don't think he realized it. Then I heard him cry again, and he heard the same from me on the other side of the door. He stood outside that door for about two hours after that, I sat with him. Eventually, he left, and I never saw him again. But about three weeks later, I got a letter, a letter saying so much. And a poem was enclosed with it, it was only four lines. It read:
I swear, everytime I saw you, I knew I was looking at a masterpiece.
But I hate what ifs.
And you are a hypothetical person.
I would only make this masterpiece crumble.

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