Ripples

ByMarcus

When you make a choice unilaterally, it is forgivable to think: ‘No-one will care.’

When you decided to leave early that night, without saying goodbye, I am sure you thought; ‘No-one will miss me.’

You won’t remember, as I do, that we promised to be in this together, forever. But then you decided to leave the party without me.

Now everything is a struggle. You left a hole in my heart, and I am not whole. The ripples you leave behind touch everyone, and we wish desperately that you had not decided to go on ahead without us.

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