1 day

If he could go back one day, it would be to that day that she said she was leaving and he would block the door, block her way, tell her that what they had and what they could have was, well, was that of which he’d dreamed and he would ask her to stop for a moment and dream, too. This was his whole life, the dream of his entire existence, which, at that time, consisted of almost 20 years. He would tell her that he would love her and protect her and grow with her and that he would swear to her eternal fidelity. He knows how she would react, this second time, as she did the first: she would smile, kiss him on the cheek and tell him, tell him, tell him, that she loved him, but that she needed to go. And he would be struck silent, again. And he would cry, again, weep silently. And he would move forward, again, with her being gone, because that it what he did – moved forward. He would give her a piece of his heart, which he never would request be returned. So, she left with a bit of him, took away a part of him, and would think of him often, but not the way he thought of her. Sadly, she knew.