Her Mystery

by Maegan   Jun 15, 2005


You see this is the one they saw her with the rest of her life, and when it all fell apart, the pain stabbed just like a knife.
She did everything she could, called, talked to his friends, and even confessed her undying love, though nothing said back hurt and upset her, she knew in time, they would be as simple as a dove; pure, and beautiful.
She sat up late at night often wandering what year, month, day, hour, minute, and even the very second, because she could no longer stand to wait, she wanted him, right there and right then without any hesitation.
She picked up the phone, and dialed the number, as she did so oftenly, she knew he got tired of it, but with her heart, just couldn't see.
She broke his and was facing the consequences now. He finally said it, he didn't want her anymore, his feelings had changed as fast as a lightening bolt it seemed.
She drove by his little white house, many times a day, about eighty-three. Almost every time to her eyes were brought tears, because as she passed by she could still see every precious memory.
They flashed through her mind, one after another. Everyone was disappointed, especially her mother.
She knew God wouldn't make a mountain she couldn't climb, but it did become difficult and she walked a long road and had a hard time.
Hopefully she soon got through it with him expectedly, but we wont know until it actually happens because right now its still my mystery.

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