The ambiance … cold. I could feel the cool breeze up against my cheeks, my fingers were nearly frozen. As I swang back and forth on that swing. In front of me stood a Man. Not just any. In his grey sweatpants and black hoodie, there he was. The man I’ve been longing for.
He stood in front of me, telling me about his travels. The thoughts in his mind. His voice sounded like a song. I was so happy to be his ears for that moment in time. Even though I knew he was going to be telling that story ten more times.
The conversation carried on for a few hours. I let my pain get to me, this time the pain was big. Bigger than what I could handle. So I allowed my heart to speak. I allowed my tears to come out. I felt this underlying battle for so long..
We talked, and talked.
He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me…