It was cold. The leaves were just starting to fall; orange, brown, red. The only thing I could think about was him. It's been 2 months, and I still can't forget him. He hasn't called in a while. I'm starting to worry. Does he not want me anymore? The only one that cared and know he's probably found someone new. I knew it was too good to be real. Me, myself have never encountered that thing called good luck that everyone's talking about. I've only dealt with bad luck.
"Promise me you won't leave?"
He lied. Now he's moved on, and left me behind. He didn't even look back. I cried for months. He was the only one that cared.
Me, not being the slimmest person, wasn't ever looked at twice by a guy. He moved in next door, and everything changed. We became friends and then went on from there. I was happy, I was noticed, and I was loved. I was being given the affection that was missing all those years. Those years, moving from home to home. It tore me apart.
"Why? You promised!"
"I know. I'm sorry. I would stay if I could. I'll call you as much as possible."
"You're lying, I can tell. I could always tell…. You can't even look at me."
"Don't be like that."
"Forget it. Just go!"
I would like one day of him just sitting with me on the dock. Sitting there, looking at the lake. Holding each other's hands. Leaning against his chest. Together. I don't care. One day would be enough. If I had one last dying wish it would be for him and I to be on that dock sitting there in a comfortable silence.
"I miss you."
"I miss you too. It's really nice here."
"That's great, tell me more of what I'm missing out on."
"Why do you have to be like that? It's not like I wanted to move."
"I know that. But you could've taken me with you."
Why didn't he take me with him? I would've gone. It'd be better than sitting alone, being alone and living alone. It just isn't the same.