i broke the candlesticks. the one's i knew you'd hate.
this last move.
they were on top of my bookshelf.
i was moving a picture frame and they fell.
and they shattered.
i didn't imagine they could make themselves so small. even in breaking, i couldn't fathom that there would be so many pieces. so tiny.
i was fine. unscathed. strangely enough the glass seemed to avoid me all together.
i should be thankful for that.
i know. i know that.
but the thing is, all i can think,
it's one less fight. one less fight we'll have.
a silly little fight about differing tastes.
one less memory.
one less moment for me to fall madly and deeply and desperately in love with you.
the girl two-candle sticks short tonight