“Your feet will bring you back to where your heart is.”
Irish, I think.
It reminded me of something that had happened to someone I knew/ I’d read/ heard about. The slashes because it’s from another era and the how s/ where s and what s are blurring.
*Mush alert*
They sat on the terrace. Her head on his shoulder. There was so much that needed to be said, but for now they were content to just be there. Together. And in love.
Or that’s what it looked like to an outsider. He could literally hear the wheels turning in her head. Every crank. ‘Almost knowing what she was going to say… he sat there wondering how he could convince her otherwise.
Gathering all the courage she had so that she could say what she was going to say, because she had to say it. Because it had to be said.
“But you’ll walk away.”
He said nothing. Didn’t deny it, didn’t even make an effort to tell her that that was utter bullshit. In stead he gently lifted her head off his shoulder, and made to stand up. She’d try to stop if, only is she believed in making people stay when they didn’t want to- him wanting to get up didn‘t seem like he wanted to. So she didn’t.
Tears threatened. She did love him. She only wished she could believe him when he said he did love her too. Wouldn’t hurt her. Would NEVER hurt her. Leave her. Refusing to watch him walk, she kept her eyes down and let him go. Heard every step. Counted them. Gave up after 13 and let the tears come. Blurring her eyes. Else she’d have seen the shoes that had come in her line of vision. Wanting for her to see, he bent down and lifted her chin so she could look into his eyes. Not once looking away, he wiped the tears spilling on her cheeks.
She said nothing. Didn’t fall into his arms. Didn’t delight in seeing him back in front of her. Not a single spark of hope in those gorgeous brown eyes. He’d known she’d been hurt before, but seeing how badly, killed him. He hated being the reason for the tears, but he’d had to do what he’d done. Gotten up and walked away. So she’d realize.
“See, babe? That was me walking away. That will always be ALL the walking away I can do.”
He saw the realization dawn. ‘Saw the light creeping back in. Felt his own heart contracting.
“I do love you brown eyes. Nothing could send me so far away that there was no way of coming back to you.”
“13 steps? I can deal with that.”
And they kissed the evening away.
Another era, like I was saying. So basically, the Irish lie.
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There you go, Me is back. Crazy as ever.
