Rest

Time has a peculiar way of showing us what really matters. I can kid myself into believing that I do not miss you, but I know that I am never going to feel this way about anybody ever again.
There is always a strange feeling that lingers when you are about to leave a place for the last time, knowing that if you ever return, something will be different.
I find myself experiencing the same feeling as I drive between the streetlights, leaving you behind. I know that I will not only miss you and everything that we whispered to each other in the shadows of the night, but I will miss the person that I was when I was with you, so infatuated by your magic and the secrets we held, because I will never be that person again.
I folded my secrets into the palms of your hands and held you close as you set them free into this cold world. I smiled secretly to myself because I knew that they were free in a way that we could never be. You filled all the spaces in-between my gaps and you didn't seem mind that I was broken and missing pieces. You would hold me and tell me I was beautiful and special and you could always catch my tears before they managed to fall.
I hope you are startled by this life sometimes. I hope it changes you the way you have changed parts of me that you never saw. This life is so exceptional and rare and even if it is the only thing I am certain of, I know I am never going to feel this way about anybody ever again.