Eli

" I enjoyed the way she smiled at the sunsets " I said at therapy. "The way she lit up a room when she entered. I dont want to believe she gone. Tabitha was my world, my life." I got a look from my therapist. She was an old woman, not to good looking now, but she was probably pretty in her day. I didnt know much about her, accept how she always had a response to my self pitty.
"Eli, what was the world from your perspective before Tabitha?" The way i looked at her must have scared her because she leaned back in her chair.
"There was no world before her. I was just a being, my state of mind not blinded by love. I wasn't lonely, nor was I happy. I was just Eli." She wrote on her note pad like she always does.
Silence fell over the room and my heart began to beat faster. Over the years I learned to calm myself down. I counted in my head and I noticed things one would only put off. The wall was covered with pictures. Why was my mind reminding me of her. The pictures on the walls brought me back to feelings i had. When the girl who accepted the way i was mentally ill was still alive. The way she would look me in the eyes and remind me that i am Eli, sweet Eli.
"Eli, I think you're going to be fine, the way you speak makes me cringe, but i believe if you find peace with yourself you will, how can i say, get better. What are you interested in? Have any hobbies i can put on record?"
"Writing" I replied
"What kind? Short stories, plays, poetry?"
"I guess you can say that, i just write."
" I want you to try and write your feelings," She got a smirk on her face, as if she thought i was listening inattentively to what she was saying.
"You know, its a stress reliever. Im not prescribing you any medication this week. I just want you to write."