Nitey Nite, special angel...

You are slowly slipping away from me. A little more every day, you get smaller and smaller, like the image of a childhood friend, shrinking in the rear window of our car as we, packed and loaded, wave goodbye for the last time. Though I am the one who is leaving, going on to a better place, a place of growth, and fullness. And you are staying right where I left you, but only because you chose to, sadly. I don't remember how good I felt with you much anymore, and I don't remember how good you felt. Thankfully, I don't hurt much anymore either, and sometimes I only remember that I'd hurt, and not how bad it felt. And though I do miss knowing you so completely, I don't miss feeling so completely betrayed. I think you may have been only a dream anyway, as I dreamt of you for a lifetime before I knew you. Please go, and take the curse of loving you, with you. You are slowly slipping away from me, a little more, every time my heart beats.