She wants to go...
I wait there. In the little KFC in the little town where we first met 5 years ago. A nondescript eatery in a nondescript town. But it didn’t matter. This is where our love first blossomed. And sadly this is where it will end. She’s late. Busy with another friend. The bitterness in me sees this as typical of how she treated our relationship, a quasi joke. Three years after she threw everything away via a text. Three years after I told her I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. Three years after she vanished from my life. Three years after I chose not to fight her family. How many people have found love over the years, over the centuries in fact, I wonder as I wait. The beauty didn’t matter, the buildings, the constructs, the surroundings didn’t matter. Love was the connection between two souls. The yearning, the caring, the wanting to be, know and have every part of the other in your life, the completion of yourself, of both of you. Unless it is only one way…