Random Writings

Words Unspoken

We both sit on a worn, wooden bench facing a salt lake. As far as the light can shine, the lake mirrors the grand Sky. Images of wild clouds that blissfully dance across the deep blue of the sky illuminate the water. I set my palms onto the bench and leaned forward. In a way, it reminded me of us. You had always felt so restricted and confined by the constant pressure to do well in life and strict rules your parents held against you. I remember the nights we spent lying together under our tree, and you would tell me how you felt like you were choking, how badly you wanted to be free. I was imprisoned by my social status, unable to have a hair out of place. If I was even the slightest off, everyone else would attack me. I wasn't allowed to be myself. I was just the host of the idea people had of me. But then we went on that trip, just like we agreed. I stole my dad's car, and we packed our bags. We drove all night to get where we are. It's just a shame that the cost of freedom was the end of us. The beginning of our adventure was also the end of you and I. But maybe this was how it was supposed to go, you know? Maybe the only way forward was apart. This bench will be our last memory together, and I'm so sorry I haven't had the courage to say anything this whole time. I don't know what the future holds, but I sincerely hope you will have the most happiest life has to offer you. This world owes you happiness, and it's your right to take it all.
You deserve it.