In the reflection of the screen I saw that tear, that tear threatening to spill over from the corner of your eye, rolling down your pink cheek, streaming, slowly, leaving a trail from your pool. You fell asleep like that so by morning it was caked on your face, with many more I failed to witness. The minute you woke up I knew you remembered what made you cry, I could see it, feel it in your eyes.
And sometimes, just sometimes, "goodbye" or "I'm sorry" aren't the hardest things to say in life, it's
"don't go".
xx 12:18 p.m.