HIM
It rains. I stand on her lawn looking up. Water drops smack my head outside of her house. I love her. She hates me.
She looks outside. My body get wetter and darker each second I am alone. She gazes out the window deep into my eyes. I leer right back. I walk across her lawn closer to her second story window. I look directly up at her and endure the barrage of water bombarding my eyes. My eyes are submerged in water and everything looks wet. Her eyes look wet...but she is inside. The rain isn't making her eyes wet…sadness is. She misses me. I miss her.
I mouth, “I love you”. She does nothing but stare. I move closer to her house feeling the soft, wet Earth bend to my heartbroken feet. The Earth cushions my hard steps and supports my love.
“Baby, please! You’re the only woman in the world I want to spend my life with!” She is silent. She is not human. No human could watch my heart bleed for love and stay silent. She moves.
She walks away from her window. My heart shatters. It is no longer bleeding. I am no longer in pain. I am numb. My heart doesn’t concern her. I came to fix our love and instead I leave a man no longer capable of love. My heart belongs to her. She has taken it and stomped on it with stiletto heels. She will have her wish. I will leave. I will free her from my burden.
It’s cold. I walk back across the lawn. I feel unbalanced. I am unbalanced. I fall over and smash my face into the floor. I pick my head up and look around. My foot suck into the ground. The Earth gave up on me too. I pick myself up. I am wet, cold, heartbroken, numb, and now dirty all for a girl who wants to stare…not love. My head down, I walk down the reliable, hard concrete. Face streaming with small rivers of rain and tears. She broke up with me.
HER
I love him. He is the man I love. I am scared of losing that love. He thinks I am perfect. I am not. He thinks we are meant for each other. He is meant for someone better than me. I look outside at him wet in the rain and I don’t know what to say. He stares at me mouthing I love you. He lies. He can’t love someone like me. I am not beautiful. I am not smart. I am not funny. I am flawed.
He’s getting closer to my house. I think he's going to my door but I will meet him. He looks so sad. I am not worthy of these tears. He should be with someone more beautiful.
I can’t wait to see his beautiful face. I want to hold him. I want to marry him. I must apologize. I should have said something to him. I just stared. Gosh I'm so stupid. He’ll understand because he loves me. He is amazing. He is waiting for me.
I open the door and...wait...where...where is he? I walk outside in the rain. It’s cold. I'm cold. He left me. He did what I knew he would do. He moved on. He is in love with someone else, someone better than me.
My heart yearns for his. The rain makes me heavy. My heart fills with sadness and drains the heat from my body. I am cold. I am alone. My skin is wet. The rain washes my face clear of the glossy tears. I will not hold him…I will not marry him…I will never see him again. He broke up with me.
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