I feel my throat begin to close and my eyes well up with tears because I know it is time for you to go. The look you give me at that moment haunts me. I feel your sadness and my own loneliness, and the ache in my heart that had been silent for only a short time grows stronger as you release me. And then you spread your arms and steps back into the fog because it is your place and not mine. I long to go with you, but your only response is to shake your head because we both know is impossible.
And I watch with breaking heart as you slowly fade away. I find myself staining to remember everything about this moment, everything about you. But soon, always too soon, your image vanishes and the fog rolls back to its faraway place and I am alone on the pier and I do not care what others think as I bow my head and cry and cry and cry.
Garrett.
By Nicholas Sparks
:'(
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