Summer Love

Rachel
I saw him from a far distance. He eyes were lost in the setting sun. He was standing in the corn field
where once I set my eyes into his for the first time. I was scared to see him there. He is dead to me.
DEAD. But here he was. My heart throbbed. I called his name, a whisper at first that turned to broken
shouts but disregarded. A strange silent enveloped us. I grazed the crops as I moved towards him in slow
paces. He grew smaller and smaller the more I was closer to him. Like a trunk of a slender tree to a stony
wall to petit mannequin to a pile broken granites. But as I stood near him all I saw was a grave and
carved on the stone written the word Greg.
Is it possible you can fall in love more than once? Is it possible to forgive after youve been inexorably
tortured over and over again by the same person you once loved? Maybe I am afraid of it. Its like taking
away a big chunk of you and you cant get it back. Never. Its like you keep on getting hurt, no not in the
outside, but somewhere deep down in. You keep hurting yourself, keep hurting yourself cuz somehow
it assures you youll be fine in the end and itll keep you both blissful. Its like you give your heart away,
no not for lending, but give it to your lover. And then he returns it, crushed, blacked, lifeless, scarred
and stabbed. You try to save it, you try to mend it. Blood turns to sweat, tears become meaningless,
sobs turns to howling but no matter how much you get down on your knee and pray to God you just
wont be able to mend yourself. How could you when he destroyed you? How could you?
No, I did not fell in love. I fell into darkness. Only I was too late to realize that.
19th sept 2013