Rekindled

I was there, waiting, hoping against all hope that you would be there. During the fast songs, I danced for you. During the slow songs, I waited, hoping to see your face emerging from the crowds to come take my hand and lead me onto the dance floor. The entire night, my mind flashed back to you. I had to leave the room because some of the songs made me ache for you to be at my side. But you never showed up. I knew better than to hope, yet hope was all I had.
We drove away in the pouring rain. I couldn’t bear to think of the 2 couples sitting behind me, holding each other, silently expressing their love for one another. I ached. I hurt. But I did not cry. I knew better. They have no knowledge of you, and that is the way I have kept it. But I can’t forget you, because every time I see a couple, I see you. Searching on every passing face, I hope that our meeting will be sooner rather than later. I try to wait patiently, and sometimes I can. But there are those times when I feel the love in the room and it breaks me, makes my mask slip. There are those tough times that I desperately need you, but your shoulder isn’t there. All the way back, that is what I thought of. I don’t know how I can keep going on loving you, but I do. I want to.
Arriving at my best friend’s, I climbed into the bed, forcing away sad thoughts, but things kept popping in my head. The questions I was asked repeatedly through the night: ’Are you ok?’, ‘What’s wrong?’, ‘Are you having fun?’
It was fun, but I missed you. I felt like half a person, half dead, half alive. I got home to see a stranger and hoping against hope, I look into his eyes. They were not yours. Disappointment.
Later that night, after falling asleep on my couch, I stumbled up to my room for the first time in 2 days. Gently wrapping myself in my blankets, I felt at peace. Your presence was here, always lingering here. A small smile and I was asleep. Waking up the next morning, remembering the dreams of you, smile still on my lips. Love still in my heart. Hope rekindled.

Rekindled

CrystalNoellyn

Port Deposit, United States

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A tale of lost love, hope and disappointment.
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