Trust. The one thing that I gave willingly. The one thing that held worth. Every word kept close. Every moment feeling as safe as the last. Until it was destroyed. Until it broke myself and my heart. All in one night. Trust.
Friendship. A connection I favored. A connection that meant everything in my life. Holding me up when I was low. Holding my heart when daggers searched for it. A relationship mistakenly strong. A relationship turned cold. All in one night. Friendship.
Loyalty. You had my “back.” You had my everything. Showing me your faithful hands. Showing me your the adherence I needed to pull through. Tear off the shroud that misted around us. Tear off the secret lie I never once knew. All in one night. Loyalty.
Promises. Let us talk about the binds of spoken word. Let us say how easily they are formed in the night. Begging for that one declaration to happen. Begging that you held up this one expectation. God if only the blind were not dumb. God if only the precaution was taken to heart. All in one night. Promises.
Trust. Friendship. Loyalty. Promises.
All in one night.
Beginning of a 4 part Senior Project, Entitled "Stages of My Grief"