I met Sara some years ago. She was funny, dynamic, strong. You could tell that she was a survivor, she was a fighter. She had a fierce determination.
She had a rebel, wavy hair. Just like her personality, so shiny and wild. Waves flowing around her hazel eyes, pale skin, big smile... She said she let her hair have it's way as long as it didn't go too wild to feel comfortable with it. She thought of that as an agreement.
I was impressed by her personality and woud've loved to have a deep relationship with her, but somehow life led us in different ways and we lost track of each other after a short time. After some years I didn't expect to see her anymore. I remembered once in a while and wondered where she was but that was all.
Then I got an answer.
On a warm autumn day I saw her walking by on the city's commercial area and called her name. When she turned around I was shocked: the light on her eyes was gone. Her hair was overgrown and wild, no trace of it's shine and softness. Her skin was paler than usual, looking unhealthy. We talked and went for a coffe so we could update each other.
It turned out that Sarah's boyfriend had left her a year ago. They were about to buy a house and get married, and he just backed off. They tried to be friends afterwards, but Sara could tell this wasn't working: they somehow couldn't stay away from each other, but couldn't be close without arguing either. There was too much hurt to be repared.
- You see.... I just don't know what to do. Looks like I can't get over him. A year! Can you believe it? I get mad at myself because... how? why?... yeah, that's it, why is it that I can't just forget about him, hate him and never see him again and move on?... I... you know... this isn't me!
She was babbling as tears started falling. It broke my heart to see her like that, looking so lost and hopeless. I tried to comfort her the best way I could. I held her and said nothing, I let her cry in silence as that was the only thing that I felt I could do to lighten the pain she was feeling. She regained control after a while and tried to apologyze.
- Oh... I never thought it would be like this. All this is just so not me. All that mess, all that confusion. Sometimes it hurts like hell and the next day I'm completely numb and lost. I wonder if I'll ever get back to normal again.
There she was, being reasonable. Explaining everything lucidly, showing maturity and control and... well, just back to her old self.
We chatted for a while and exchanged numbers and emails. She was still kind of shaky but much better, she was showing that calm that comes after the storm, when the waters still move but things don't look so frightening.
As I walked away she called my name.
- Hey! Hope I didn't scare you. I just guess right now I'm... hum... damaged goods, leftovers! But I will sort things out, I promise. I know I will.
She smiled.
And there it was: the sparkle. Her eyes burnt with the strength that one can only find in the middle of the biggest crashdowns. I knew she was getting over it already. She was just gathering the forces to get rid of that confusion that she talked about.
I smiled back. Soon, really soon, it'll be all over.
She had a rebel, wavy hair. Just like her personality, so shiny and wild. Waves flowing around her hazel eyes, pale skin, big smile... She said she let her hair have it's way as long as it didn't go too wild to feel comfortable with it. She thought of that as an agreement.
I was impressed by her personality and woud've loved to have a deep relationship with her, but somehow life led us in different ways and we lost track of each other after a short time. After some years I didn't expect to see her anymore. I remembered once in a while and wondered where she was but that was all.
Then I got an answer.
On a warm autumn day I saw her walking by on the city's commercial area and called her name. When she turned around I was shocked: the light on her eyes was gone. Her hair was overgrown and wild, no trace of it's shine and softness. Her skin was paler than usual, looking unhealthy. We talked and went for a coffe so we could update each other.
It turned out that Sarah's boyfriend had left her a year ago. They were about to buy a house and get married, and he just backed off. They tried to be friends afterwards, but Sara could tell this wasn't working: they somehow couldn't stay away from each other, but couldn't be close without arguing either. There was too much hurt to be repared.
- You see.... I just don't know what to do. Looks like I can't get over him. A year! Can you believe it? I get mad at myself because... how? why?... yeah, that's it, why is it that I can't just forget about him, hate him and never see him again and move on?... I... you know... this isn't me!
She was babbling as tears started falling. It broke my heart to see her like that, looking so lost and hopeless. I tried to comfort her the best way I could. I held her and said nothing, I let her cry in silence as that was the only thing that I felt I could do to lighten the pain she was feeling. She regained control after a while and tried to apologyze.
- Oh... I never thought it would be like this. All this is just so not me. All that mess, all that confusion. Sometimes it hurts like hell and the next day I'm completely numb and lost. I wonder if I'll ever get back to normal again.
There she was, being reasonable. Explaining everything lucidly, showing maturity and control and... well, just back to her old self.
We chatted for a while and exchanged numbers and emails. She was still kind of shaky but much better, she was showing that calm that comes after the storm, when the waters still move but things don't look so frightening.
As I walked away she called my name.
- Hey! Hope I didn't scare you. I just guess right now I'm... hum... damaged goods, leftovers! But I will sort things out, I promise. I know I will.
She smiled.
And there it was: the sparkle. Her eyes burnt with the strength that one can only find in the middle of the biggest crashdowns. I knew she was getting over it already. She was just gathering the forces to get rid of that confusion that she talked about.
I smiled back. Soon, really soon, it'll be all over.
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