I went. i went to the graduation. i smiled, i clapped, i congratulated.
I even went to the after party. And talked to your parents about how bright your future is.
I looked at you right before i left, and embraced the image of you laughing by the pool table, the last image I’ll ever commit to my memory of you.
I was strong. I made an effort not to look even the least bit sad.

Now I’m home, surrounded by mascara-stained tissues. I’m thinking of all the times I’ve sat in this very spot, crying over you. And even though the image of you in your cap and gown, walking across the stage, turning your tassel, throwing up your cap in celebration, is haunting me, I know I will get over you. It will take time, and then some more time, but eventually, there will be a point when I won’t think of you every second of the day. There will come a time when I can’t even recall the sound of your voice, or your laugh when i say something that isn’t even really funny. And there will be a time where you won’t effect the things I do, or the way i perceive love. The day will come where I won’t love you anymore. And that is what keeps me going.

But for now, it amazes me that after all i’ve been through, I would still give up anything in this world for you.