Its over; come pick up your stuff. With those words, the events of the past month had finally culminated to this point. This is it, then, I thought to myself. I sat down in my car and turned the key. I felt strangely calm about the entire ordeal. This is the woman I loved; this is the woman I gave everything I am to. How is it that I can feel so calm about this? With that, I pulled out of the parking lot and drove myself to her house. On the way, I went through the past month in my head: the late nights that I was putting into my work, the time that I would make for her, and how I felt when she called me and told me I dont feel the same way anymore. I put everything that I was into this girl, and this is how things have turned out. At this revelation, I became a little annoyed. All the effort over the years, and all the things that we had done together; it all meant nothing now. I gripped the steering wheel a little harder and I soon found myself in front of her house. I knocked on the door and waited for her to greet me. She opened the door and, as usual, her face was enough to take my breath away, save for the fact that she just looked annoyed to see me. I gave her my greeting and stepped into the house to get ready to get the stuff that I lent to her months before. A few books, my old iPod, and a sweater that I gave to her on a cold night when I picked her up from a friends house and she neglected to bring one with her. As I gathered my things, I felt a surge of anger flow through me and I wanted nothing more than a reasonable explanation as to why this was happening to me. I stood up and walked down the stairs to the front door where she continued to wait for me. Ill see you later, was all that I could muster without breaking either into tears, or throwing my stuff to the floor and yelling at the top of my lungs. Yeah, is all she replied with. Seeing her face like this and hearing her voice the way it was really set the mood for me. All I could think about is how hopeless this entire situation was. I promptly left the house and threw the stuff in the back seat and drove myself home. On the way, I stopped by a park and decided to sit down on a bench and watch the dogs run around and the children play. I was watching for who-knows-how-long and eventually I got back up and walked back to my car. I dont know why, but watching the world continue to turn as I was having the worst day of my life was strangely relaxing and reassuring. I may be having the worst day of my life, but that was only because I was making it that way for myself. For all I know, this is just the beginning of something wonderful for me, and I wouldnt see it because I was too busy making myself miserable. I decided to forget about today and bring myself back to some project that I gave up a long time ago. I went back to my first love; my hobby. I drew a picture detailing everything that happened to me that day. A picture with many swirls, mostly red tones, with blue and yellow dots speckled in it. It may look strange to many, but to me, it gives me hope that there is something greater than what I can see with my own eyes. - Anonymous student Join Westerns largest social network at: umentioned/users/sign_in
Posted on: Fri, 04 Jul 2014 00:16:02 +0000
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