And there he goes again, walking down the steps of your apartment building and out of your life for the last time. Or is it? It would be foolish to assume so. This scene has reached syndication, or in other words, it has become a classic repeat episode. But before the credits begin to roll, you realize that after years and years of “trying again” that your heart cannot handle one more devastating blow. So you say to yourself, “that’s it I’m done trying.” Using your hand you wipe your face and discover a palm full of tears. Picking your self up from the floor, you grab a nearby rag off the kitchen counter and use it to disappear, if only for seconds.
As you make your way to the couch you suddenly pause in the center of the empty room, as if waiting for your emotions to dictate the next move. You anxiously turn and walk toward the window and peak through the blinds, hoping that you can catch one last glimpse of him walking on the street beneath you. You discover his fast moving silhouette a half a block down. His car lights flicker and as he begins to open the car door, he pauses, leaning against the inside of the open door and staring down at the ground. Watching in complete anonymity, your mind is hoping he leaves, but your heart is pounding in anticipation for his return. He then slams the car door and leans his back up against the cold steel while staring off into the night sky. Even from your apartment, you can see the fog emanating from his heavy breathing into air. This scene endures for only a few moments, but it feels like hours. He then opens the door and speeds off into the distance with only the roar of the engine left to console you and questions left burning in your soul. How can he leave so easily? Why can he act so cold?
LVTM~Live Vicariously Through Me