the anatomy of a match

i feel you in my bones, and this is something i will never be able to rinse out. you are a stain on my marrow, a scar on my tissue. i do not resent these marks on my character, i find pride in our ability to overlook how far we have crawled into each other, acknowledge it, and move on to becoming what we used to be, sans complication. i am leaving, and i'll love you, but i am leaving, and i am ready.

i would strike the match, but it is soaking wet, i am soaking wet.