Just, you know, a Goodbye

I DON’T WANT YOU ANYMORE.

Isn’t that an awful thing to say to anyone? Especially toward the one still attached to the person echoing these words. What kind of horrible emotion would stem such an outburst of rejection. Are you man or woman enough to pronounce this loathing sentence? Or are you vile enough to utter it’s syllables?

Are you heartless for feeling this way? Are you a monster for thinking such thoughts? I want to scream. I want to cry. I’m thinking this thought. Young love vanishes away like the night sky once dawn has broken. You will never forget it. Will you ever regret it? Highly doubtful. The first love is the root of your very being. It is the knot that ties your soul here to the ground.

On a brighter note. . . 

There isn’t one. Except that I’ll learn soon what I really want and what I’m willing to do to get it.