It was what,
two weeks?
Those two weeks,
trapped,
alone,
lost.
I watched you hang all over her.
I.
Watched.
You.
In the top bunk.
Averted my eyes.
Peeled my emotions away from you.
Took
every.
single.
feeling.
and threw it into the ocean.
We were sailing,
on a sea of endless possibilities,
and yet
you spent that week
with
her.
I slowly settled into the casual numbness day after day.
Focusing on the friends I had made.
Pretending that cute boys were enough to make me feel okay.
Making music,
though inside
all
I
could
sing
were sad melodies
of lost dreams
and a love that
broke me
into thousands,
of pieces.
And yet,
a year later
here we are.
In love.
Speaking of marriage.
Children.
Eternally happy.
And finally I can breathe.
A piece of the story of my current, wonderful, relationship.