7 Essences – 5

One of the strange insistences of some women is that they will tell you whether or not you love them.

I thought I did; she said I didn’t, but we were still dating, which was confusing.

We took a long trip together late in the winter so she could take pictures, and had a great time.

Six weeks later, we broke up, because she’d met someone else: someone she loved, and whose love in return she therefore recognized.

Time felt like a very artificial type of border; yet, the difference between “before” and “after” was absolute.

I remembered her being happy with me, but apparently, it was an illusory and second-rate sort of happiness.

I didn’t take the break up all that well, looking back on it; even though she had never misled me, or been in any way dishonest.

Losing – in every sense of that word – just hurts.

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s