“I don’t care if I fall in love with the devil, as long as that devil will love me the way that she loves hell.”
You are a ghost now. A distant memory, that’s not so distant. If I wanted to, I could close my eyes and remember every excruciatingly beautiful detail about you. Every feature of your beautiful face, every freckle and scar, your voice and unmistakable laugh that melted my heart every time. Every curve of your body and the way your hair smelled as you laid your head on my chest as we drifted off to sleep. Until recently, I didn’t have to close my eyes to remember these things, they simply flooded my mind and heart nearly every waking second and engulfed my dreams.
It wasn’t that long ago that I held you and you held me. We made promises to each other, promises that I forever intended to keep and promises that you never intended on keeping. You were an answered prayer to the chaos I’ve faced in my life up until the day I met you and you haven’t left my thoughts since.
It felt like and still feels like a dream. A dream come true that quickly turned into my worst nightmare with cameos from all of my worst fears. Full of every insecurity I held, every insecurity I poured out to you because you made me believe you would hold them dear to your heart, cherish my openness and never allow them to surface and wreak havoc on either of us. The most trust I’ve ever given another human being in my entire life…mother, father, brother, sister, lover or otherwise. The sweet, loving, heart penetrating words you whispered to me in my most vulnerable, naked state turned into arrows and daggers aimed straight at my open heart. The mind that you helped mold into the hope of our future together was quickly ruined. Unable to grasp what happened to the love you lavished me with. Unable to understand where my lover went, how she could turn so quickly and why I was left desperately fighting a battle I had no chance of winning. The last gasp of breath trying to get you to remember the undying love you once shared with me as if I came into your life only to pull you from the darkest depths of the pain and misery caused by those that came before me.
I am left with the constant visions of the other man…the other man in “our bed.” The bed that you called “ours”, even though it was only yours, one of the most brilliant manipulations I have ever witnessed. It worked…my God did it work!!! Never have I put so much trust in one person based on one phrase. His truck parked overnight in your driveway, boat attached…in the very spot my truck was parked nearly every other night. A spot I thought you reserved only for me, the man you loved, the man that loved you unconditionally regardless of circumstance or flaw. You took everything away from me, the future we talked about, the proposal I had planned in my head that I was waiting to give, but not until I asked your father for permission. My heart and soul, whatever innocence I had remaining and my belief in fate and true love…FUCK, my entire belief in LOVE at all for that matter. All of this gone when I saw his truck in the driveway of “our home”.