So after he watched me cry, keeping his hand on me the whole time, I asked him, “what does it mean when they just get up and leave in your greatest times of need?”
He looked away from my eyes, and said “they’ve got better things to do than to keep you safe.” His eyes met mine, and he cupped my cheek with his warm, dry hands. He told me, “His heart is not where you desire. Do not tug on it anymore. You continue to add tension to the rope, and soon it will snap. Just let go. There is another heart that will never leave your side. You need to let go so you are free to roam, where he can find you.”
For the first time ever, she sat in her car with her seatbelt on, hands both on the wheel, keys to the ignition in her lap. She was staring straight ahead at nothing, in the parking lot. Her favourite saddest song playing in her head. Images of you flashing by; laughing, cuddling, making her feel better. You always made her feel better somehow. Things started getting blurry for her as her eyes started tearing. Her face stayed still, hands firmly on the wheel. She thought of you leaving her forever. Now you were gone, laughing and cuddling someone else. And you were so, so happy. The same happy you were with her. You saw her and smiled, said “hey!” the way you would an old friend. Oh she was crying now. She hugged you back, you two made small talk, then you had to run, your partner was waiting. Oh she was feeling her heart now, every piece stuck in her flesh like shards of glass. She sat in her car ‘til the sun disappeared and she was the only one left.
