He Knows

The fucked up thing is,

He thinks she gave up on him.

He thinks she just let go.

But how could she?

He is the love of her life.

The One man for whom she was made.

She just couldn’t bear the pain.

There were more hearts at stake than her own.

She couldn’t keep hurting people.

She couldn’t stand that she was hurting him.

Hurting so badly, he asked her to block him from everything she writes!

She did it, but only because he asked her to.

And it broke her fucking heart.

She still doesn’t understand what happened.

She doesn’t know where to go or what to do next.

She knows she is his though.

She always has been.

She always will be.

He knows it too.

He has to know it.

And if he doesn’t know it,

If down in his soul he doesn’t know that she will never abandon all hope,

Then she didn’t do a very good job loving him.



Dreaming Isn’t the Same

She still dreams about him at night.

Not like she used to.

She used to dream he would show up, knock on her door and tell her he was finally all hers.

He would come inside and they would make love all night long, falling asleep in each other’s arms. They would awaken together, have breakfast and coffee in bed, and make love all over again.

Her dreams are different now. They’re more like nightmares. He is laughing. Not with her like he used to, but at her. She overhears him telling people he never loved her. She was just a toy.

She wakes up from this dream in a cold sweat, and she is afraid to go back to sleep.

So she lies there in bed, going over their last encounter in her mind again and again. She watches the videos he sent her reminding herself it was real. He really did love her; he still does.

But she is broken. She can’t figure out how to put the pieces back together. It’s like they don’t fit without him.

Given time, perhaps they will fit once more. She hopes they will. She just doesn’t know how to move forward without his voice reassuring her.

She misses him, awake or asleep. If only her heart would allow her a reprieve, she might be able to pull herself together enough to go on.

Maybe one day, the good dreams will again return and she will rest easy. Maybe one day, they’ll even come true.

Why live life from dream to dream,
And dread the day when dreaming ends?



She is at a loss.

Lost hope.

Lost love.

Lost the one thing…

Oh, it doesn’t matter, does it?

We all lose things in life.

Circumstance, luck, fortune, god, the Universe;

They take things from us.

With no concern for what we want,

What we need,

What we love.

Outside forces aren’t the only cause either.

Our own choices can do it, too.

How much had she lost?

It can’t be quantified,

But it feels a lot like everything.




A Time to Cry

There aren’t enough times to cry.

Shower, bed, sometimes car.

The rest of the times,

She has to be strong.

She has to put on a brave face,

And smile.

She has been hiding for so long now,

She should be used to it.

But she’s not.

There is so much pain built up,

So much devastation at losing him,

Losing him like this.

She wants to cry openly and honestly,

And let the world know,

She’s not overreacting to whatever

Scenario she has made up.

She wants to tell the world,

This is the deepest, toughest, most agonizing pain

She has ever known,

Because it is the truest, most intense, most genuine love

She has ever lived.

She can’t tell the world of this love or this anguish.

She can’t even tell him anymore.

She suffers alone. Miserable and alone.

Wanting him to rescue her,

To wipe away her tears,

To make it right,

In spite of everything.

Always and Forever

I don’t have it in me to write this story for awhile.

Perhaps I will come back to the story again, when I am further removed from the heartache.

In the meantime, my heart has atrophied, and I have nothing left to give. I have no idea how to live with what seems like the ending, and I cannot rewrite it on my own.

I find myself unable to recount anything about today except the way his lips tasted the very last time I kissed him.

The way his felt body felt pressed against mine as I held onto him for dear life and cried.

The way the skin fold at the back of his head smiled even as his face did not.

The way I made a total fool of myself, trying to be close to him one more time.

The way he was hurting so badly, he couldn’t continue to look me in the eyes for the first time since I’ve known him.

This morning, I thought I saw a sign. I don’t generally believe in signs, but it couldn’t be a coincidence that I unknowingly ended up in the same place I was when he opened his heart and soul to me two years ago, could it?

I took my sign. I shared it with him. And I told him just how much I love him.

When I saw him, I ran to him, I embraced him, and I held him tighter than I ever had before. I was ready for whatever he had in store for us, until he actually said what he had come to say. It was not at all what I expected.

I know my heart missed a beat. I know my lungs could not take in air. I know my stomach wanted to evacuate what little was in it. I know I died the moment he told me.

The song says, “My heart will go on.” I really don’t know how it will. I really don’t know how I will ever be happy in this life or the next, with anyone who isn’t him. I don’t know anything except it feels like I have lost him forever.

My best friend. My Man in the Moon. The love of my life. My One and Only…. I will love him, Always and Forever.

Everything and Nothing

She had made him everything.

Her whole world.

Her moon.

Her light.

Her universe.

Her hope and comfort.

She had made him everything.


She basked in the sun of his smile.

She bathed in the sacred pools of his eyes.

She worshipped at the temple of his body.

She was reborn in the depths of his soul.


She had made him everything;

And thus, she was nothing without him.


IMG_4796Image: “Only the Moon Knows” by Steve K Art