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By Cyan Date: 2002 Oct 12 Comment on this Work [[2002.10.12.21.30.32617]] |
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5 years passed. We bump into each other on a sunny day. Somewhere in between idle conversation my tongue goes against my inclination and speaks with it's own will. "Why didn't you stop me?" I ask. "What do you mean?" he asks with a failed attempt at looking confused. He knows precisely what I mean. Nothing was said for a moment and seconds slipped by. Brown eyes stared at me with such intensity, I didn't trust my legs to hold me up. Fear began to overwhelm me as i felt my knees wobble, but then I heard him speak. And my legs gained control once again. "Why did you leave?" "I didn't want to. You said you didn't want me to come back if I left." "Yea, I know. So why did you leave?" "I stool on the porch the morning after. It was foggy I remember. I waited for you to come and beg me to stay. But you never showed up. I waited. And I waited. Still. Nothing. I was about to walk over to your house, but then thought to myself. If he loved me enough, he would have stopped me. So I left and never looked back." He closed his eyes and opened them just as quickly. "I almost came to you as well, but thought to myself. If she loved me, she wouldn't leave." Silence crept up again. I broke it by showing him pictures of my husband and child. He made the same gesture by showing me a picture of his lovely wife. We went our seperate ways not too long afterwards, making plans to stay in touch knowing very well that we wouldn't. Neither of us spoke a word of love, but we knew it was there and would always remain. |