Thursday morning, he asks to take her to the park in town. She’s sitting in the living room painting on the easel he bought her, a gifted women. She steps out of the car, and walks toward the pond, looking back to ensure he’s following.
Silence creeps in as she takes aim with the 135mm lens on the camera her father gave her. Her heart begins to thud slowly. And she wonders. And then she knows.
She didn’t imagine it would end like this. She didn’t imagine it would end at all, but if he was going to tell her they were through, what a way to do it.
The image at the end of the lens shimmers. A face she will never forget. A tear she can never wipe away. Eternally frozen at the touch of her finger. She doesn’t want this moment to end, he starts to talk. He says in just five minutes we will have known each other four years. She wonders if this is part of the break up or just a distraction, she feels angry, he should just say it.
He tells her this is the same place we met, just 15 paces east of where they stood. Five minutes, and 15 paces. She suddenly realizes this is not a break up but part of their journey.
He takes her hand and tells her, he has something to say in five minutes, and 15 paces to the east.
They start to walk. Its Thursday morning, and their 14 paces from the place they met, and their eyes are locked.
Keep walking, eight paces away and he still has her hand. Five paces away she looks down. When they reach two paces she struggles to meet his eyes. There are too many reasons they are meant to be. There are too many moments when they have found love in each others eyes. And in this moment, they are unsure, but strong. Creating another as they walk to their beginning.
You don’t need a man to be happy.
You shouldn’t stay with someone just because they love you .
Stay in school.
schedules are created for a reason.
web design is hard work.
I need him more than he needs me.
He’s gonna choose his friends over you sometimes.
what you’ve done in the past should not define you today.
I really can be a sweet girl. I used to be a sweet girl. I need to stop blaming my past relationships. I am the one who has let them effect me so greatly.
It is possible that I can be wrong. I strive so hard to gain knowledge and know what’s right and wrong, as defined in the Webster dictionary. But right and wrong isn’t so black and white. I left you, my choice. Because it seemed like the right thing.
I mean everything screamed it was the right thing. But if it was so right. Then why do I feel wrong. I feel misplaced, and the only place I wanna be is here in my room. To think.
And the truth I realized …
I like this place, but its haunted without you.
If he hasn’t even begun to understand me by now … . he’s not going too.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel.
Maybe the reason I keep pushing him away is because I don’t really wanna be in a relationship. Maybe I just need space.
Men will never be able to completely fix anything that they break.