People say you only live once, but people are as wrong about that as they are about everything. Life can continue after a lifetime of empty happiness. In the darkest moments before dawn a woman returns to her bed. What life is she leading? Is it the same life she was living an hour ago, a day ago, a year ago? As she lays down in bed she doesn’t even recognize him. Who is this man? Are they leading separate lives or a single life shared? Or are they only aware of the power they generate between themselves?
A small storm is approaching the horizon. As the woman is staring at the ceiling unable to fall asleep. She begins to remember the countless memories made between her and the man she once knew. How their lives were once together being far forgotten. Drips of water start pouring down from the sky. Thunder and lightning darken the sky even more. This is her chance, her moment, the woman dresses and goes outside.
I love you, I hope you still know that. I can’t sleep without you. Even when we lay together I know I am hurting you. Where is she going this early? I follow her to the backyard where I can see the love of my life dancing beneath the rain, jumping over a pond and underneath the stars. The more I watch her I can tell she is waiting for the full moon. This kind of freedom she is feeling is what I feel in love with so many years ago. What have I done to her spirit?
In the mist of all the dancing the woman is still not contempt of her accomplishment. She was hoping to find her smile and laughter, just as hope was lost. As the woman stops to let the rain overcome her she sees the man approaching her. With his touch on her face it washes out her broken heart. He never thought the day would come where he would bet his entire life on loving her and speak her name with such passion.
Considering her look he can see he is wasting his time, chance is gone. Now he truly sees through her eyes that he is suffering. He wishes to return to being her partner, but it’s too late. Before he leaves her alone and vanishes. He wants to cry to show her one last time how much she means to him. To kiss her one last time before forgetting her in his dreams. Just one last touch before closing the last chapter of the book. He wants to tell her that this is not how the ending should be. Never thought he would lose her. He always thought for sure that he would have had her, and her heart. Unfortunately, this is how it ends.
If you love someone you open yourself up to suffering, sad truth. Maybe they break your heart, maybe you break theirs. Without it you’ll never be able to look at yourself the same way.
Written by Daniel Retana and Carisa Saenz