Aesthetic

JULIAN ALDEN WEIR: THE RED BRIDGE

Lydia always walked through the bridge

in Central Park after her class,

so I decided to wait for her there.

It didn't take long

as she was making her way over the bridge.

In one glance,

she looked at me 

as if she had just seen

a ghost.

Just as she tried to turn away,

I ran towards her 

and pulled her facing me. 

You know something?

I loved you since I first bumped into you

that day in the museum. 

You broke my heart three times already:

once when you ran after finding out about a simple kiss,

twice when you ignored me for a few months 

and not bothering returning any calls,

and finally when you told me to meet you 

so I can prove that I loved you. 

"Evan let me–"

No, Lydia.

I don't even care that you broke my heart

because I would do it all over again.

I don't even care that I waited at the park 

for hours thinking you'd show up. 

That's how much I love you.

However, I do care over the fact that

you gave me shit for kissing someone

before we were together

while you on the other hand

were being a big hypocrite. 

At this point 

Lydia was in tears,

trying to get away

because she knows

I learned the truth. 

You let Tatianna

kick my ass

and tie me up

all because you needed 

fucking money. 

You knew it was wrong 

because you came over 

and untied me. 

She looks down at her feet

trying to relax her breathing

and fight her tears,

but she knew 

I refused to be in defeat. 

Can you believe?

I had to wait at this bridge

to finally confront you 

being a hypocrite. 

This pains me 

more that it pains you

because I'm so in love with you.

That's why I'm also here,

to tell you I'm done getting my heart ripped out.

With that,

I looked once more

in those pale green eyes

that were filled with tears

before heading the other way.

As I was leaving,

I could hear a soft, weak call.

"Evan, 

please, 

don't leave me."