My tear streamed face, still flush with disappointment,
watched her walk away as she uttered two simple words, “Be Happy.” In that
moment, I was lost, still reeling with confusion. Something I had worked for;
fought for; longed for…gone. I wanted to rage, to topple the bookcases she held
so close to her heart; to make her see how devastated I was inside. All those fantasy
filled pages, where she escaped, strewn across the cold hardwood that we laid
together. I didn't. Instead, I sat silently, lamenting over the perceived fact that
what was close to my heart was not meant to be.
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