I used to be the girl who waited for the phone to ring three times before answering your call, because I didn't want you to see how eager I was to hear your voice an hour after we've parted ways.
I used to be the one you turned to every night, recalling the best and worst moments of your days, reliving your liveliest childhood memories, laughing at your most embarrassing deeds.
I used to close my eyes and hear you peacefully breathing on the other line, out of things to say; never out of new ways to feel.
If I had known where you would go, I would have followed.
As it was, there was one click, and since then, life was nothing but a humming static.
I used to lie in bed, under the blankets even on the hottest nights, afraid to share with anyone the happiness I found in you.
It was a frail, fragile one, but it was the best thing I've had. It all went downhill from there.
Don't you know? Didn't you know?
You were my sunset. You took away all the light there was, and I had to teach myself to get used to the dark so that I could finally see the stars.
The only word I never heard from you; the one I needed the most to close the door you left open when you went to chase things that made you happy, things that did not include me.
You were the sizzle on my skin, the fizzle in my blood. You were all the things I never thought were possible. You were my lightest flight, the ethereal flutter of my wings.
You were my greatest fall.