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I sit staring at the screen. I can’t move. I feel nauseous – there is a growing pit in my stomach. I start breathing in short, shallow gasps, as I read over what has just appeared on the computer screen before me.
“I think we should break up.”
I blink; once; twice. Neither time are the words erased. The pit in my stomach now feels like a cavern. This seems to me like pure imagination – how could it possibly be real? I can’t understand it; my mind is refusing to process it. I know I should say something – but what? I reach for the keyboard, trying to muster up the courage to type something. As my fingers hover above the keys I notice my hands are trembling – and so is my bottom lip. I can’t think of what to write. I can’t think at all!
What do you say to someone who doesn’t love you anymore? What do you say when you know nothing; no declaration of love, no never-ending promise, will change their mind?
Before I know it, tears start pouring their way down my cheeks, making shimmering tracks visible in the grey light from the screen. My tears make me angry. I want to scream and yell at him. “You’re a coward!” “How dare you!” “I hate you!” I want to throw things. I want to hurt him the way he’s just hurt me. But still I sit there, unmoving, and now gasping for breath.
All of a sudden I feel cold. With the harshness of the typed words in front of me, and the lack of face-to-face contact, the darkness of the room seems to swallow me up. I know he’s waiting for a reply, but I can’t bring myself to type anything meaningful. I can’t believe this is real. Its all ending right in front of me and there’s nothing I can do about it. Images of us laughing, holding hands, kissing, flash through my mind. Like a blow to the head, I realise that I can never have this again. It’s all gone. I’m alone.
With every ounce of strength I can muster I lift myself from the chair in which I sit, and stumble the few steps to my bed. I collapse, in a pile of tears, not breathing, not knowing, not feeling anything but the sheer, unabashed hurt that comes from loss.
“I think we should break up.”
I blink; once; twice. Neither time are the words erased. The pit in my stomach now feels like a cavern. This seems to me like pure imagination – how could it possibly be real? I can’t understand it; my mind is refusing to process it. I know I should say something – but what? I reach for the keyboard, trying to muster up the courage to type something. As my fingers hover above the keys I notice my hands are trembling – and so is my bottom lip. I can’t think of what to write. I can’t think at all!
What do you say to someone who doesn’t love you anymore? What do you say when you know nothing; no declaration of love, no never-ending promise, will change their mind?
Before I know it, tears start pouring their way down my cheeks, making shimmering tracks visible in the grey light from the screen. My tears make me angry. I want to scream and yell at him. “You’re a coward!” “How dare you!” “I hate you!” I want to throw things. I want to hurt him the way he’s just hurt me. But still I sit there, unmoving, and now gasping for breath.
All of a sudden I feel cold. With the harshness of the typed words in front of me, and the lack of face-to-face contact, the darkness of the room seems to swallow me up. I know he’s waiting for a reply, but I can’t bring myself to type anything meaningful. I can’t believe this is real. Its all ending right in front of me and there’s nothing I can do about it. Images of us laughing, holding hands, kissing, flash through my mind. Like a blow to the head, I realise that I can never have this again. It’s all gone. I’m alone.
With every ounce of strength I can muster I lift myself from the chair in which I sit, and stumble the few steps to my bed. I collapse, in a pile of tears, not breathing, not knowing, not feeling anything but the sheer, unabashed hurt that comes from loss.
Based on true events. I've always wanted to write this down but never got around to it, until now that is. I think its something that people can relate to.
© 2005 - 2024 kait-y-lin
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how fortunate that there was somewhere you could collapse, having to turn walk through your house confronted by ones family, that makes everything youve so eloquently described ten time harder to hold.
well done.
well done.