“We were never in love.” I mumbled more to the darkness of the pavement than to him, but his reply echoed throughout the cul-de-sac and still forever through my mind today, “Don’t say that, yes we were.” The silence that followed due to the magnitude of that statement added a cushion between us as we walked unevenly along the curb. My heart was used to the marathon pace that it beats to when he is around, but this time the adrenaline came from fear, rightfully enough. Where has this love he seems to believe so deeply in been over the last few months? I’ve been sleeping beauty, waiting for loves first kiss to awaken me for a year now and the prince standing in front of me has been less than charming. Yet, here he is now after the clock has struck midnight, the spell broken, and my shining chariots have rotted into pumpkins, telling me I have been living a fairytale all along and didn’t even know it.
The chocolate brown of his eyes were filled with nothing, almost as if they too, like our apparent love, have lost their spark. Though, even in the night I could appreciate the beauty of them. Was our love still beautiful as well? Something kept me from asking why, if this is love, are we saying goodbye? Why am I being swept away, instead of off my feet? I want love to save me, instead of leaving me with a need to be saved. Like Aladdin, you showed me a whole new world, but I am now lost in it. Is there enough magic left over to get me back?
My story doesn’t end with our silhouettes in the sunset; my ending came in the middle of the night like most unpleasant things. It did not end with a wedding, laughter or a feeling of satisfaction. As a matter of fact, the only thing my ending came with was a broken heart with a promise to match.
"I will always be here for you."
words cannot describe how amazing this is.
ReplyDeleteor at least i can't come up with the words.
you probably could though ;)