I think there are people that you are supposed to let into your life, and I think that by design they are meant to leave and you are never supposed to speak again. These people rip your heart out and tear it to shreds. They dare you to break the rules and sneak in through the windows. They sit on the roof of their cars and whisper impossible promises into your ears. If you are standing up, they turn you upside down. If you are standing on a cliff, they insist that you take a chance; jump. They have you running toward midnight with little more than a sideward smile. You’ll remember the oddest, smallest things about them – like the way they blinked their eyes or the way the bed you laid on until 2AM staring into each other’s faces smelled like pancakes and bitter resentment. Then one day, you will wake up to find that they no longer feel the same way. You will find that they are gone, emotionally. And eventually, you will recognize the finality of that word: gone, because you will know that it is completely impossible for something so randomly and perfectly timed to happen twice. Whenever you walk home in the snow, you will think of them. Whenever you take a shower, you will think of them. Whenever you make their favorite pumpkin soup, you will think of them. Whenever you walk down the streets during Christmas time and see houses lit with festive lights, you will think of them. They will be the dark shadow in your dreams, the black figure that you can never catch up to no matter how quickly you run. They will be the person you can keep in your heart, but not in your life.