Tears drip softly down your face and it stings when it hits your chest.
‘Bye’, you say, knowing fully well he can hear your soft cries.
‘Bye’, he says, with his own tears soaking through the other line.
Drew Coffman
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Updated 7 years ago,December 19, 2017
You match on Tinder after drinking too much wine.
Truthfully, you swiped yes because he had a really cute dog.
You look closer, moving deeper into his profile and take another sip of red wine.
His smile is warm.
He writes something funny to you about how he super liked you.
You giggle along with the moon, with hope suddenly bubbling up inside of you.
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You dont want to be disappointed.
You dont wanthimto be disappointed.
He arrives and you stand on your tiptoes and put your arms around him.
It feels safe.Hefeels safe.
He smells like pine needles and the woods and like your ex boyfriends deodorant.
Its comforting and almost too much.
Suddenly, you feel 16 again.
The date was seamless.
There were no awkward silences to be found.
He played you guitar.
And you kiss on the living room couch like teenagers drunk on love and hormones.
When he leaves, you smile.
The kind of smile that drips of infatuation.
The kind of smile that it’s possible for you to feel inside your entire body.
He calls you the next day.
It feels like high school.
Yet, more than that too.
You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.
Your cheeks are rosy and youre glowing.
Is the beginning of falling in love?
Could this be it?
You let your guard down with him and you tell him all about the dark parts inside of you.
Then a week turns into another week, and another.
You think to yourself at night,maybe this time, its not going to end.
Suddenly, the mood shifts.
Like a thunderstorm in the middle of summer, everything begins to change.
He says something about work being too demanding.
He says something about needing space.
About how he needs to think.
He needs more time.
A week goes by.
Hes not calling you anymore.
Hes not answering back to your texts.
You sit on your bed knowing that its done before he officially calls it quits.
He sounds so cheerful, asking about my day.
You gulp up his happiness, thinking maybe he changed his mind.
Youre going to make someone so happy one day.
But you just say thank you.
Thank you for making me feel special.
Thank you for giving me a piece of you.
Tears drip softly down your face and it stings when it hits your chest.
Bye, you say, knowing fully well he can hear your soft cries.
Bye, he says, with his own tears soaking through the other line.
