New life breathes into me as the day progresses. She didn’t want me. No one wants me. I want me. That is the difference between us, between our two spaces. This is what separates our lives. Fate has driven us apart and time has provided the closure which I never received. I may never get the chance to say the things I want to say to her. I may never be able to say it ever, but if fate were to intervene one day as it did one fateful day in summer’s past, perhaps I’ll get the chance to lay with her again and share my fears and look forward to the life ahead.
A day like this is what I long for. A day like this I shall see one day. I have hope. I hope it will be true. I hope everything wasn’t a lie. I hope everything wasn’t in passing. I hope this is fate setting me up for someone I was made for.
I will look back, as I have so many times before, but this time I will know what I have lost. I have lost a piece of myself and one day I hope she’ll bring it back to me. She didn’t destroy me. She didn’t lie to me. She did break what fragile heart was left and there were two consequences: A paradox that is life and death. We did not die that day, but we truly lived. For one sweet moment I am whole.
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