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Letting Go

Anticipation tingled my skin, and his hand was cold as it rested in mine. The evening sunlight eerily bounced off the dashboard and hit his face. We drove to a park where we sat in my black Ford Explorer and stared ahead. We were in a car where “we” started, and it was where “we” ended. I knew I would never forget that moment when I let go of a man who I valued more than anyone else in the world. But I needed to and I had to find myself and my faith once again.
As we sat there, I realized that silence had become a normal between us. Not the nice kind of silence or the comfortable silence, but the awkward silence of strangers. Our silence was an avoidance of the truth.
For two years, that guy had been my life. He had been my best friend, my boyfriend, my comfort, my strength. But I had come to break that pact, that bond. And I knew that once I had said what I needed to say, nothing would ever be the same again. I wanted to sit there and hold him and I wan...

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