Goodbye Love

I remember when I first met you, it was love at first sight. I saw you and all your strength and all your potential. You’re a hard one to read, unpredictable. I liked it. It was exciting. You appreciated me like no one ever had. You stood in awe, and no matter how many times you looked at me, you would always find something new to appreciate. You loved my trees and my flowers and my mountains and lakes.

You helped me grow, as I helped you. You added to my beauty with the fruits you planted, and the gardens you maintained. I gave you safety, shelter and comfort. You gave me thanks and appreciation for everything I was doing for you. You made songs for my winds and dances for my rains. You admired my flowers, and enjoyed my fruits and stared thoughtfully into my oceans.

Then you started to grow up. Your ambition was in full force and you were doing things neither of us could have imagined. You started to create all kinds of new technology and push yourself more than ever before. It was quite a sight to watch.

But in doing all this, you accidentally did something else. You began to hurt me. I wasn’t mad at you or anything. I couldn’t hold you responsible for it since you didn’t even know you were doing it, and I still loved you. So I tried the universal solution to relationship problems: communication. I tried telling you that something was wrong, but you didn’t seem to listen. You didn’t want to believe you were doing it. You didn’t believe you were capable of hurting me.

It’s okay, I knew it would take some more convincing for you to understand. So I kept showing you more and more and trying to prove it to you. I kept telling you again and again, and even when it was undeniable, you still denied it.

That’s when I realized that you never really cared about me. You only kept me around because it benefited you. You’ve taken me for granted the entire time.

Go on then, keep hurting me, and keep taking me for granted. Keep thinking that I’ll always be here for you to take advantage of. You think you’re so strong and self sufficient. You wouldn’t last 5 seconds without me. I’ve had enough of this pain. I’ve had enough of you. I can end you so easily. I’ll flood your cities, and take back my land. I’ll take it all away from you. I’m doing it already, very slowly. I’m watching you suffer a little bit more everyday. By the time you finally realize what’s happening, it’ll be too late for you.

You want to run away from me and move somewhere else? You think you can just hop around from place to place with no regards for anyone? You think they won’t see right through you?

Go on then. No matter how far you run, it won’t be far enough to save you from yourself.

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Dmitri Kyle Brereton

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