2 years ago...
It wasn't the first time he stormed out, but I couldn't help but wonder when he would return. He needed time to think, this much I knew but would he return? He had no forced reason to but our breaks never lasted this long. I wanted to hear his laugh again, to see him smile. I missed his presence in the room each day. I lay sprawled against my bed my eyelids grew heavy as tears welled inside. And darkness enveloped me all around.
I woke up to the loud pattering of rain on my window still he hadn't arrived. I could feel the void filling my chest. I had let so much slide that I had forgiven everything, but in the end, he still left. How could I possibly have held on any tighter? Jake had a lover. I knew this, yet why did I continue to love him? I could sit here and analyze myself with all the textbooks I had read but none of it would make me feel better. Sure maybe my problem was allowing him to cross the boundaries we set but, didn't he know how much I loved him? I cried balling my hands and punching into my pillow. I was a mess. I had let this guy come into my life and turn it completely upside down. Why was I crying for him? Why did I continue to let him hurt me? Why?
2 years later...
Jake's things were missing the next day after that. He came back in the early morning for them and slipped out while I was sleeping. It was the last time I had heard of him and now I was finally moving out. I had sat around waiting and moping for too long, it was time for me to move out and move on. Today was the day I got to start all over again. Today I got the new beginning that I had yearned for.
I had rented out a moving truck to move everything which overall wasn't much. I had thrown out most things in hopes of not bringing the memories with me. In his absence, I started over, and this new place would be one of the most significant changes I chose to make. I would furnish it as I stayed there and not make the same mistake again, not the one I made before. I would begin my new beginning in apartment number 363 of the Clarabridge complex. I was looking for a way to start over without his shadow lurking behind me.
As I turned the knob to see the beautiful room, a smile spread across my face. This would be home. This would be mine. I was finally free.
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RomanceTurning over, I gazed at his chiseled face. It was his long lashes that sealed the beauty of his bronze eyes. The brown curls on his forehead cascaded down his face. The essence of his beauty could be felt through his presence. He was not estranged...
