As I turned to walk
away,
he slipped his hand in mine,
pulling me back around. Any other time,
I would've felt butterflies jump around in my stomach at his
attempt
to dissolve his
mistake - to fix it; but not tonight.
This evening, under the bright stars that covered the night
sky,
I let him
go.
I felt my stomach fall
deep into my chest
but I did nothing to stop the pain.
I looked into his eyes, one last time, letting him see what he
had caused me.
While the first drops of rain fell from the sky, I felt my heart
shatter into
a million pieces. And as I wrapped my hands around my waist to
keep
me from completely fall apart, I let my self go,
too. The memories
flashed through my mind like lightning - and hurt just as
much.
But I told myself he loved me - and I was finally convinced.
My heart repeated to itself: "I mean the world to
him",
while my mind admitted:
"I
never did".
