Paris 96

Arrival.

Glance at my watch. Almost here. Stop looking around. Just relax. Arrival time? Heart beating harder against my chest. I see her. She's looking for me. I'm in awe of her beauty. Her lips, her cheekbones, her eyes. That distinct feature of hers that she feels indifferent for & hated as a child. Look at her on her tippy toes. She's so cute. I'm smiling. She sees me. She yelped. She dropped her bags, she's running towards me. I can't wait to feel her warmth. Smell her scent. Breathe the same air as her. I pick her up. Hold her tight. Her smile is so big, so contagious. I touched her face, her arms, her waist; soft skin. She's even more beautiful than I remember. I don't want to let go of her again.

Her smile is gone. I'm not comprehending what she's saying to me right now. She looks angry. She's upset. Angry at herself. I don't understand. Slow down. Stop crying. What's wrong? What do you mean? Who? When? What? How could you? You told me this would happen. I didn't. No. You told me you'd move on quickly. I just. I believed in you. I was different. I AM DIFFERENT. You've been left alone so many times. Put your faith in me. Remember me? Why would you leave me? REMEMBER ME. We said we would take our time. Let me talk! I heard you. I'm hearing you. Just stop for a second. Don't walk away from me. Woman. Just wait. Please. Come back. Help me. Help. Me.

Departure.



Be free, Jenn. Be free.

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