The Rush Of A River

The Rush Of A River

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"River, will you please just wait!" I whipped around, every emotion in my body finally boiling over and prepared to spill out. "Wait for what, Jude? For you to grow up? For you to act like any of this actually matters to you? For you to completely and totally implode my whole life as I know it? I don't think so. I love you so much. I love you so hard that my soul collapses when I think about you. But I can't keep waiting. I can't wait anymore. I'm done," I cried, everyone in the terminal staring at us. Jude stared at me as if I had just stolen every ounce of air in the world and told him one breath was 200 dollars. Though he was stricken with some nameless emotion, he looked beautiful. In my mind, I knew that this would be my last memory of him for many years. But his beauty could not make up for the loss of words, the loss of any explanation or final plea for me to stay and come home with him. The silence was deafening, but it was the only answer I needed.
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