Shot in the heart

[aresrising05]

It’s ok to be sad, I told myself as I sunk into the plane seat. Around me families, couples, friends were organising themselves to prepare for 13 hours of being trapped in a metal cigar. I was in mourning, like an idiot, for something that never existed. Nothing had changed, except I had. A life of dull progress interspersed with intensely painful

Comments

[i_17bingo]

What a depressing situation, knowing that long distance is going to kill your relationship. But what made this piece work--more than the raw emotion of it--was that it ended on a note of hope.

[aresrising05]

Thank you

[eternal_ot]

Aww..*Hugs* I like the end where you see a ray of hope :) A nice take!

[aresrising05]

One is left with choices, you have to choose to move on

[aresrising05]

One is left with choices, you have to choose to move on

[aresrising05]

Thanks, I always try to hold the future will be better than the past

[kajel]

Nicely done.

[aresrising05]

Cheers

[halfshellvenus]

One day I’d be scenery dressing in an old photo.
This was both a perceptive phrasing and an "ouch" because of the truth of it, but I liked that the goal was to move onward, forward and know that if all succeeded, the former friend would take that place in the narrator's life instead.

[aresrising05]

I always try to remember that we are the center of our own stories, but that also means we aren't the center of someone else's.