An Homage to Heartbreak

Part Four - Spring Registration

Isn't it funny how people have the ability to walk in and out of our lives so easily? If I'm honest, some days I wish I never met Penny – that maybe she would've taken a different section of Creative Writing, or hell, attended a different school all together. Yet, other times, as I peer out the window overlooking the lake behind my house, I am thankful for every moment I had the opportunity to drink her kisses, to massage her honey skin, and learn the sounds she makes in the most intimate of moments. Even as I hurt, I am thankful for those moments most of the time.

Consider me schizophrenic, or confused, if you must, but I'm happy to see the snow melt away. It melts a little bit slower than Penny disappeared, but every snow flake is a reminder of a journey. It's a reminder of pleasure, but also a reminder of pain. The spring semester will be starting soon, bringing with it a new set of students intent on honing their craft. I must be my best for them.

But, I must never do this again. In fact, that's why I've written my memories of the past couple of months—as a reminder. If I am tempted again by a younger beauty, I will remember the way I gave in, the way I floundered, the way I fell in love, and the way that love got the best of me.