*****

I hate you.

You fuck up everything. I have a new one. A new person, guy, girl, doesn't matter. Someone who can make me feel an echo of what I felt for you. Does it make you happy? Knowing that in all my relationships, there are three instead of two? Why did you have to come here?

I've tried, I tried to be cold to you. I'm good at cold. That's the only way I can avoid falling down at your feet and begging you. I know what we had wasn't perfect, and you'll say it was only puppy love. Whatever. I loved you. You loved me. Your reasons never make sense to me. Why are you here?

I break down. I ask you if I can hold you one last time. You'd think it'd be a good thing, one last time. But it's torture, knowing this will never be again. A dance. That's what I need. One last dance. People wouldn't think you were the dancing kind, would they? Surprise. We danced all the time. I loved it; the feel of your body pressed to mine from knee to temple. Your breasts crushed to mine, as we softly swayed to the music, murmuring "I love you"'s and "you complete me"'s into each other's hair like we meant them. I did. And now you have a new guy. Does he dance with you? Of course, you can't be tied to one person that long. I guess I can't blame you though, a girl like you needs...something beyond me.

For this final dance, I choose the song. Our song, always. I can't listen to it anymore, so now marks it's debut and finale. The words are so true, too true. We sway gently, pausing now and then to sob a little harder, to cling a little tighter.

Yeah, I have someone else too.

I'd give everything up for you. And right now, you're mine again, like you used to. And we cling, vainly. Because you have him waiting for you, your fucking next-in-line stud. As the dance ends, we both give in and let the sobs wrack both our bodies. We feel like one again, though not how we used to. We grip each other tightly, and let the next song go by on the CD, since we can't let go, or we'll perish. As long as it's together, I'd have no problem with that fate. But you let go, and wipe away your tears.

~fin~