“Help me," he thought, sitting alone in the driver’s seat of
his parked truck.
“How? What do you really want?”
“To end this.”
“How did it begin?”
“I didn’t listen to the nagging feeling you gave me about
her.”
“What did I tell you in the feeling?”
“She was hiding.”
“Hiding what?”
“Hiding what she really wanted from me.”
“What did she want from you?”
“My life. Control of
my life. To determine my purpose.”
“What did she want your purpose to be?”
“Her.”
“How do you want me to help you? What do you need to do?”
“End it. I need to
break up with her. But I’m scared. I like her.
I want her. She’s the most beautiful
woman I’ve ever seen or hope to see.”
“What else?”
“What do you mean?”
“What else do you feel about her? Tell me EVERYTHING you feel.”
“I like talking to her.”
“Do you really?”
“Most of the time, it’s good. But….”
“You know that you don’t always like talking to her. Sometimes she puts thoughts in your head that
you aren’t really feeling. She sometimes
talks for you, but so sweetly that you like it.”
“I know. I like the
sweetness in her voice, but I don’t like her controlling my thoughts.”
Just then, she looked out of her window. Their eyes met. She smiled her irresistible adorable
smile. But the smile itself felt like
when he had surgery and was being put under.
His whole being resisted the anesthesia, but the drowsiness was so
heavenly he welcomed the unconsciousness.
Her smile did this.
“Resist.”
“Please help me.”
Bam. It wore
off. For a moment he saw a glimpse of
something in her eyes. When he woke up
from her smile, he saw another set of eyes behind hers. Calculating.
“It has to be quick and without explanation. Help me.”
“What do you want to say?”
“'I’m breaking up with you.
I wanted to tell you to your face, but we’ll talk later.' Then I want to walk away. Help me to do this.”
“I’ve already helped you.
Go and do what you plan to do.”
He got out of the truck and she met him at the door, with
open arms, ready to give her world changing hugs. He stopped where he was.
“I’m breaking up with you.
I wanted to tell you to your face, but we’ll talk later.”
He turned, got in his truck, and drove off, not looking back….
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