Story Time!

Brokenhearted

I laid on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.

Memories replayed in my head.

"Oh, honey, of course, I love you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life," you whispered.

"Promise?" I asked.

You kissed my forehead. "I promise."

I curled up into a ball and closed my eyes. 

Maybe if I keep my eyes closed I can pretend this is a dream.

Maybe I can pretend that you're still with me.

Maybe I can pretend that you still love me.

"Hey, cutie. Why are you crying?" you asked as you sat next to me on the bed.

I sniffled and turned away from you. "I don't want to talk about it."

You gently reached out to hold my hand. "You can talk to me, honey. Let me take care of you."

I hesitantly moved into your arms. "What happens when you're not here to take care of me?"

"That won't happen. I'm never going to leave," you said as you gently rocked me in your arms.

"I love you," I whispered. "Thank you. . . for taking care of me."

"I love you too, honey. You don't need to thank me. I do it because I love you."

Did you even ever love me?

Did anything we did together matter?

What happened to all the promises you made me?

I shakily stood up and walked to our bedroom.

I stood in the middle of the room and started crying again.

"Why didn't you at least say goodbye to me? Did I really not matter to you at all?" I asked the empty room.

I desperately looked around, trying to see at least one of your things left behind, but it was as if you were never there.

I crawled into my side of the bed and pulled the covers over me.

Last night you held me in your arms.

Last night you said you loved me.

Last night you kissed me.

When did the acting start?

When did you realise you weren't in love with me anymore?

When did I lose you before you even left?

"I'm sorry I wasn't good enough to make you stay. I'm sorry I thought you loved me and you ever meant anything you said. I'm sorry I was too sad all the time."

I reached out to pull your pillow close to me.

It still smells like your perfume.

I clutched it tight, trying to ignore the feeling of being brokenhearted.