It was surprising, really. I walked out of HP7P2 (yes, I must abbreviate), un-muted my phone, and it dinged. I saw your name, and that sparked happiness. Happiness for your sending me something, and with such charming timing. And then I read it, and it told me where you were. That's it, just where you were. Perhaps implied was a reason for a communication lull, maybe a reason not to respond, a request not to engage. It's irrelevant. What is relevant is that I instantly began missing something, and as it turned out in my mind, that something was the notification of your departure, which I had apparently been passively expecting (this notion is dangerous, and is part of the reason why I find it easier to see a number, not a name, when you call me). And, with force, I was drawn to a memory of when you once flew away, just like this, and discovered some new worth to life. You shared that moment with me, but not the worth, and not the response, and not the departure. I choose to trust that something of that moment lives, even if I am not the one you choose share it with in your future. And for this Snippet, I choose not to title it, and to feel the keyboard beneath my fingers instead of the silence of my iPhone, which is so obviously poetic.

As a side note, I've learned a lot of things about you. About you as a person, and who you are in regards to me, what you mean to my life, and what I think about you, as the person you are, as the lover you were, as a friend. Each step I take brings me farther from you, I have to say. But nothing changes. I see from new angles, my understanding broadens. I know new things, but I don't feel them. I have faith, and I have to say, I hate it. But it's my turn to be sure. It's my turn to tell you that I know. And if it's also my turn to be wrong, as you may have been, so be it. I hope that when the time comes for me to actually let you go, I'll already have done it. I'm sick of lying, I'm sick of being guarded, and I'm sick of dancing around thoughts and emotions. I'm sick of hiding from you, I'm sick of be cautious, and I'm sick of considering. I need to love, uninhibitedly. And someone needs to be able to take that! If anyone can, it's you. But if not, well, well, well. This Snippet took a turn, didn't it. Silly Sunshine, you need rest. There is no urgency. There are others, someone will match your love, don't be an idiot. He'd tell you the same thing, if he had a clear head and stable heart.

Notice that I didn't add Love as a tag? Just didn't feel right. Which is odd.

Sunshine