It’s over.
He wasn’t even at his own graduation. One of the only reasons I went is to see that square, stuffy jaw smile one last time. I wanted to see the joy and self-satisfaction in those bright icy blue eyes just for a second. I just wanted to see that healthy, manly figure I fell for, walk across that stage. I wanted that lasting comfort that we ended completely. I miss him so much that his presence lives in the back of my mind. The way his voice sounds, his grin, his way of being so insecure, his timid awkwardness. Everything I can hold on to. Some say he isn’t even enough to miss. But he is to me. I just wanted closure. Like the sentence was finished on the last paragraph of that last page.
It didn’t happen that way. The only hope I can hold on to is the small possibility that the pages aren’t supposed to be finished now, in this moment. Maybe God has something in my story where this handsome being is part of the plot again. Maybe. I wish. I pray. I hope beyond all hope. See ya JTH, for now.
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The opinion you have of yourself is a choice. So choose to believe that you have worth. Believe that you possess a Holy goodness…because you do.
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