The Reconciliation
We had found it necessary to reconcile here, the place where our hearts broke and our souls had separated. There was, however, a morbid humor in the fact that he been sitting on the same side, at the same table that he was sitting on those three years ago. Indirectly forcing me to sit where I was sitting that day.
From here, I could see the scribbles I had etched into the wood that day, trying to relieve the stress bestowed upon me by the birds that had been flapping their wings as if they were still learning to fly, only now the scribbles were darker than and not as fresh as before. I had a similar view as before, but now a tuck-shop had opened beside the ice cream shop and you could see the shadow of the skyscraper they were building. When I looked up, I could see those same brown eyes that awoke something in me, just as they did before. I could see the way they watered making them sparkle and I loved to think that it was because of me. I never looked beside me or around me, the world around us tended to always blur. My only escape from his scorching eyes that melted my heart was the table and the large window behind him. Besides that, I was left to be scolded by his eyes and consumed by his presence.
I longed to drink up his features but …show more content…
From here, I could feel the trembling of his heart against his chest that lifted me up along with him as he inhaled. From here. I could feel the necklace he had gotten me around my neck, warmer now. From here, I could feel his arm pulling me towards him in a half hug as if to hold me together so I wouldn’t spill. From here, I could feel my knotted guts fidgeting and squirming with anger and the heat increasing in my stomach. I could feel my limbs go weak. I could feel the red hot tears sprinting down my cheeks and crashing onto his shoulders and spilling all the memories that we had, over. From here, I could feel our heartbreak and his chin resting on my
We had found it necessary to reconcile here, the place where our hearts broke and our souls had separated. There was, however, a morbid humor in the fact that he been sitting on the same side, at the same table that he was sitting on those three years ago. Indirectly forcing me to sit where I was sitting that day.
From here, I could see the scribbles I had etched into the wood that day, trying to relieve the stress bestowed upon me by the birds that had been flapping their wings as if they were still learning to fly, only now the scribbles were darker than and not as fresh as before. I had a similar view as before, but now a tuck-shop had opened beside the ice cream shop and you could see the shadow of the skyscraper they were building. When I looked up, I could see those same brown eyes that awoke something in me, just as they did before. I could see the way they watered making them sparkle and I loved to think that it was because of me. I never looked beside me or around me, the world around us tended to always blur. My only escape from his scorching eyes that melted my heart was the table and the large window behind him. Besides that, I was left to be scolded by his eyes and consumed by his presence.
I longed to drink up his features but …show more content…
From here, I could feel the trembling of his heart against his chest that lifted me up along with him as he inhaled. From here. I could feel the necklace he had gotten me around my neck, warmer now. From here, I could feel his arm pulling me towards him in a half hug as if to hold me together so I wouldn’t spill. From here, I could feel my knotted guts fidgeting and squirming with anger and the heat increasing in my stomach. I could feel my limbs go weak. I could feel the red hot tears sprinting down my cheeks and crashing onto his shoulders and spilling all the memories that we had, over. From here, I could feel our heartbreak and his chin resting on my