True Love Tales









Goodbye My Lover

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A Fic By Daph

She searched the crowd for him.  But he wasn’t there.  He was already gone, as she suspected he would be.  She smiled weakly, wishing that wherever he was, he was happy.  As she placed her fresh written speech on the lectern, she saw it.  An envelop with her name written on it.  From his hand writing.  She froze for a moment, thinking that he would always have the power to get to her.  She closed her eyes briefly, to wash the tears away.  Opening her eyes, she started her speech and looked at her students fellow.  Those students with whom she shared brief moments and others with whom she shared a great friendship. 

 

‘Principal Peskin, our families, my fellow graduates, I stand here before you aware of the similarities that we share. I know that you're feeling, outside of my incredible stage fright, the same things that I'm feeling-- pride and accomplishment, closure and regret, and a hopeful outlook on the future.’

 

She looked back down at his letter.  She breathed in deeply, before continuing.

 

‘But I don't think you need me to elaborate on those feelings. Instead I--I wanted to share something personal and tell you that... that people in my life who are gone now, people I miss very much and people who I am haunted by in different ways, but whether we're separated by death or merely distance, I know that they're still with me because I keep them in my heart. The truth is, in time, that's all that we're going to be to each other anyway, this population of memories, some wonderful and endearing, some less so. But taken together, those memories help make us who we are and who we will be. So whether you're here with each other now or you're merely in each other's thoughts, remember each other on that road ahead.’

 

She closed her eyes before saying, as a silent wish:

 

‘And I hope that no matter where your travels lead you in this life... you'll always take Capeside with you.’

 

She opened her eyes and smiled.

 

‘Congratulations.’

 

Students and teachers cheered and laughed and cried.  She retreated to an empty spot and opened his letter.

 

Did I disappoint you or let you down?  Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun.  Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.  So I took what's mine by eternal right, took your soul out into the night.

It may be over but it won't stop there, I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.  You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when my heart was blinded by you.

I've kissed your lips and held your head.  Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.  I've been addicted to you.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.


She stopped reading for a moment.  Tears were running down her cheeks, but she wanted to laugh.  She could always count on him to almost flunk his senior year and write such beautiful poetry.

 

I am a dreamer but when I wake, you can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take. And as you move on, remember me.  Remember us and all we used to be.

 

 I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.  I've watched you sleeping for a while.  I'd be the father of your child.  I'd spend a lifetime with you.  I know your fears and you know mine.  We've had our doubts but now we're fine.

And I love you, I swear that's true.  I cannot live without you.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.


She was now crying openly.  She didn’t want to hide the pain, the fear and the love she felt toward that man.  She knew that their timing wasn’t right for the moment, but that someday, they would find their way back to each other.

 

She got up and joined her friends.  She made a silent prayer to who ever was up there to watch over him, while she couldn’t.

 

--

 

He looked out at the stars, wishing that she was here with him to see the clear sky.  Looking down at the bracelet in his hands, he hoped she wouldn’t mind that he had borrowed it.  It was, after all, the thing that first made them an item.  He closed his eyes and read the last part of his letter to her, as if she could hear him.

 

And I still hold your hand in mine, in mine when I'm asleep. And I will bare my soul in time, when I'm kneeling at your feet.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.



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