The beautiful music being drowned out by the loud thoughts , the breeze of the cool autumn morning making the hairs on my arm stand up straight, the slight mumbling of the people around me. It all came crashing down, like a huge wave ripping through a city, my eyes slowly starting to flood. I finally pushed passed the little bit of pride I had left, and shock rained over me. My eyes widened at the sight, only one word came to mind in describing her, beautiful. I understand now...it all makes sense, I may have been first but she was the leaving impression I could never be.
I gently picked up my things, being careful not the leave anything behind except the one thing I never could let go of. Pride. We both know so much yet so little. Love, a strong word used to assure and manipulate, it can be rewarding and yet so deceiving. It's neither of our faults and yet we blame one another. We were bound to the lies we laid down as a foundation to the crumbling walls of the place we considered to be our home. With every step..a piece of love that was once shared between us starts slipping away, finally the collapsing walls that stood of the house we tried so hard to hold together, fall.
