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Goodbyes Are Never Forever

March 03, 2011  Author: Anthony Pacheco Category: The Craft   0 Comments

Three young, lonely lovers said goodbye today and walked down the common lane to their offices after grabbing their lunch.

Lover Number One, broke up with her boyfriend of a year. His arguing tired her just as he was probably tired of her speaking her mind on just about anything one could have an opinion about.

Oh, she knew she had flaws a-plenty. It’s not that she didn’t warn him what he was getting into. She had years and years of pent-up desire to express herself outside her soulless, mind-numbing apathetic family of which she escaped.

That man knew how to make her giggle, though, so she would miss that. And his kisses. But she was supposed to miss kisses, was she not?

She got a hot bowl of noodles in beef broth.

Lover Number Two broke up with his girlfriend of only a month of exclusive dating. When it came to down to it, she was disrespectful. She used her wit and natural insight to wound, not heal.

She was ferociously good in bed, but work was a zoo, and he didn’t need to date himself into the monkey house outside of it.

He got a sandwich. With pepper-jack cheese.

Lover Number Three’s ring finger is missing his ring. Too much alcohol. Too many drugs. Affairs on either side. It wasn’t a marriage, it was a pair of enablers. He couldn’t even remember who suggested parting ways first. Indeed, they both felt lucky to pull back from the cliff, and the parting was amicable.

Love, though, is a funny thing. He thought he took her for granted, a bed warmer of convenience, the perpetual go-to party girl. But now he had some regret. He still loved her.

He got a bowl of clam chowder. He wasn’t that hungry.

Three young, lonely lovers said goodbye today and walked down the common lane to their offices after grabbing their lunch. Little did they know the future haunted them. Goodbyes were never forever, but they were young, and even the oldest amongst us sometimes do not recognize

the lingering certainty

of looking back

and

always

missing

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