You sat on a bench in tears as the hot Cuban sun beat down. People walked by and just passed you, no one really stopping to see what was wrong or why you were crying. Occasionally you would glance up and hope to see the one who had done this to you, the one that had burned your heart.
It was summer and you had taken a little trip with your long term boyfriend to Cuba for your two year anniversary, you hoped and prayed that maybe, just maybe this would be the time and place where he would finally man up and propose to you. But you should have known better. Not even twenty four hours after you arrived you both woke up early and got ready and took a trip to one of the nearby beaches, there he took you by the hand and walked you down the beach. You had so much hope that today would be the day.
As you walked you could see that he was nervous, excitement just built inside of you. Finally he stopped walking. "(f/n)….." He said in a low and quiet voice. You turned and looked at him, trying to hide your excitement. He looked up at you with sad eyes. "Um…. (f/n), I don't this is going to work out." He said and walked away leaving you stranded on the beach……….
And here you were. Crying your eyes out over some guy who didn't appreciate you at all. A man who took you for garnet and who you knew was no good for you, but why did it hurt so much? Why did it feel as if someone had taken your heart and put it in a giant deep fryer of hate and sadness? Maybe it was because, for the first time in two years that you felt utterly alone and helpless. Maybe it was because you were stranded in the middle of nowhere with people you didn't know and that you just wished someone would help end your loneliness.
You jumped when you felt someone tap you on the shoulder, believing for it to be your now ex you look up with your mouth open and ready to yell. Instead of seeing that asshole of a jerk that left you, a man was staring down at you. He looked like a local. "Hola, quieres un helado?" He asked you in Spanish. You starred up at him not understanding the question. Foreign Languages wasn't your best subject in school. "Um….. Hello…" You said knowing that 'Hola' meant hello. "Oh, you speak English." He said finally realizing. You nod as you look up at him. "Yeah…." You say in a weak and quiet voice, that you were afraid was going to start to crack from all you're crying. "Well, I wanted to know if you want some ice cream." He said and glanced down at the pint that was being held in his hands. Finally notice it you smiled at him. "I… um would love some." You say and then pat the place next to the bench. "W-would you care to join me?" You ask him as a bright smile appeared on his face. "Okay." He replied and pulled out two spoons and sat next to you and placed the pint of ice cream between the two of you. You smiled as he handed you the spoon and you took a small spoonful of ice cream into your mouth.
Eating ice cream with a stranger that you just met wasn't as bad as you thought. You learned each other's names and you became acquainted with one another. You felt you could easily talk to him about your problems and issues without having to worry, so you smiled and explained to him the situation you were in and he sat there listening. You happily talked to your new found friend as you both took spoonfuls of ice cream, your heart soon felt well. As if the ice cream had cooled it and healed all the hurt and sadness that you felt.
[Meanwhile……. With your ex]
He stood outside of the hotel you both had stayed at. "Damn…… she has the keys….. and the credit cards…… and the passports…… and my cellphone…." And that's how we know karma is real.
