Sara

You felt like home, and I hadn't had one in a decade.

And that night, I could have told you my secret.

You stopped trusting me after I didn't.

I was alive and breathing and rapid cycling. And then you said you couldn't be anyone's girl.

Maybe it made me feel like what I said no longer mattered. That it didn't make sense to try to keep you around because you told me you wouldn't stay anyway.

Even though I didn't believe you when you looked into my eyes, I let you go before I said goodbye.

I hoped you wouldn't notice, but you did.

She came with an honesty clause, and the problem was, I wasn't being honest with myself.

Her name wasn't Sara. It was something softer like Clementine.