The main question lied, how did they both see each other as pieces broke apart. At that place and time, she was the only girl he wanted, and while they were together he couldn’t imagine doing anything other than seeing her happy. Well other emotions too, but she liked being happy. So when she was hurt, he was hurt seeing her hurt. And so he had to pick up the pieces, hoping she’ll bend down with a smile picking it up with him. Laughing together, turning something serious into something silly. Learning from the mistakes, the misunderstandings, the problems.


He wasn’t home. He had already left.

“Are you looking for the owner?”, the neighbor replied. Vapors of smoke blowing out into the air, as he moved the cigar on his fingertips away from his mouth. “He left this morning…”



Summer was shattered, her heart sank. He had left without saying goodbye. Words couldn’t describe the pain she was feeling. “Thank you”, Summer replied beginning to leave. She was devastated and her friends and family noticed a slight change in her behavior. She tried to be her usual self but it was hard, she was off from who she was.


When she got back home she noticed a note taped on her front door. She walked over and read it, “Back Patio” was all that was said, there was an arrow drawn underneath. She made her way around, petals by petals of white rose petals laying on the grass created a path for her to walk. Handful by fallen handful that lead to the patio up the wooden steps and towards the setting sun.

There was a small round table with soft white linen draping down. Votive candles burning gently beside, a glass vase of flowers. There was a letter with her name beautifully written held up by a stunning white sea shell, a heart shaped necklace looped with a familiar sea glass laying on a card.


‘i’m going to miss you’, she told him. he didn’t say anything, gazing to the waves. she turns away, beginning to leave. but he grabbed her, and held in her palms…


for what he left, there she knew.
to piece apart, of deep sea blue.



It wasn’t the same necklace that her father gave her, but it was as close as he could get it. As Summer stood there on her back porch, she took out her phone to call him, send him a text, but there was no response. She called him but the number was no longer active. It broke her heart even more. She wanted to talk to him just one more time. Hoping she could tell him she still loved him if only one last time. She barely talked or saw him for over 3 weeks since they were together. He missed her but he kept himself away. They had a fight and she stopped talking to him. He wanted to break up with her, and didn’t tell her why. She was upset with him, and they got into an argument, she didn’t give him a chance to explain. It took her knowing that she was going to lose him, to know she didn’t want to lose him. He had a promise to keep and now it was fitting to leave. Not getting to see how she felt, killed him on the inside. But it was better left that way. It was the only way to begin distancing.


You don’t have to forgive me, but I want you to know. That no matter what happens I’ll always be here for you. She was like family to him. A shoulder to lean on when times were tough. But now fragments of her are shattering, pieces like a dandelion that are slowly blown away. She stopped seeing other men by then, but that’s when he started seeing other women (Flipped Reference). By then they were too far apart, simply messages left from the heart.


He was never good at goodbyes. He often left without saying goodbye- sometimes because that’s just how he was- leaving things the way it was for the memory of the last moment. The last thing you remember before it is gone. Without farewell it hurt a little more, it made it harder to live without knowing. So long.

She opened the letter later that night.


Sincerely is the conclusion of a letter in the parting signature; in the sentimentality of the message given, and the farewell of momentary interaction. The calligraphy in signature creates a brush of cold sadness in an otherwise beautiful, intimate, and warm moment. Will you take my hand in marriage?