A Tribute To Tater's Heart Breaking April 8, 2006
A heart breaking isn't as loud as a bomb exploding, it's as quiet as a feather falling and the most painful thing is, no one really hears it, except you. It's the sound of laughter shared between two people that are no more. It's the sound of the first thing they said to you. It's the sound of the moment you knew exactley when you fell for them. It's the sound of them telling you they miss you. It's the look in their eyes and the way they touched your face. It's everything that you don't have anymore. It's the memory that breaks your heart. The memories of what was and what should have been. It's the dreams that haunt you, the dreams that you love because you are together again, but then awakeness comes and they are taken away. It's the rock in the pit of your stomach that won't go away. The scared feeling of losing someone that you didn't know meant that much. It's looking at your phone and seeing the name in the contact list but knowing you can't call. It's wanting to to know if they're having a good day. It's wanting to tell them something funny. It's wanting to hug them and never let go because you don't know if this time will be the last time. It's that ache of knowing they're out there and you're not who they're sleeping next to at night. It's the pictures you stare at, the ones that make you laugh, the ones where you see that sparkle in your eye and you wonder if anyone else saw it and will it ever be there again? It's the smile that comes to your face while your eyes are filled with tears at just the thought of them. It's thanking God that you had the chance to love that much and then hating God for having that love taken away. It's having the same chair in the garage and feeling some strange form of comfort knowing they were sitting in that exact chair before you and knowing they will after you. It's the hope you have that they are happy even if you're not the one making them happy. But most of all it's knowing that they're not coming back.
A heart breaking isn't as loud as a bomb exploding, it's as quiet as a feather falling and the most painful thing is, no one really hears it, except you. It's the sound of laughter shared between two people that are no more. It's the sound of the first thing they said to you. It's the sound of the moment you knew exactley when you fell for them. It's the sound of them telling you they miss you. It's the look in their eyes and the way they touched your face. It's everything that you don't have anymore. It's the memory that breaks your heart. The memories of what was and what should have been. It's the dreams that haunt you, the dreams that you love because you are together again, but then awakeness comes and they are taken away. It's the rock in the pit of your stomach that won't go away. The scared feeling of losing someone that you didn't know meant that much. It's looking at your phone and seeing the name in the contact list but knowing you can't call. It's wanting to to know if they're having a good day. It's wanting to tell them something funny. It's wanting to hug them and never let go because you don't know if this time will be the last time. It's that ache of knowing they're out there and you're not who they're sleeping next to at night. It's the pictures you stare at, the ones that make you laugh, the ones where you see that sparkle in your eye and you wonder if anyone else saw it and will it ever be there again? It's the smile that comes to your face while your eyes are filled with tears at just the thought of them. It's thanking God that you had the chance to love that much and then hating God for having that love taken away. It's having the same chair in the garage and feeling some strange form of comfort knowing they were sitting in that exact chair before you and knowing they will after you. It's the hope you have that they are happy even if you're not the one making them happy. But most of all it's knowing that they're not coming back.
posted by Tater at 2:28 PM
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