When you leave someone, you hope that somehow they will never get over you. You do. You hope that you will leave a hole in their life that never grows over, and that the wind always blows through it, that there is a kind of whisper that lives in their bones repeating your name over and over again.

I know of a few people that have done that to me over the past ten years. They never go away. They leave behind an arm or a leg…or a kiss. You hear them inside of you, taunting you, making you ache. It feels so bad that it kind of feels good. You know for sure that the lost love continues to twist inside of you. Eventually, you learn to live with all the people rattling around your heart at night.