The Dangers of Dependency

[arakura]

Today I got stood up.

 

Weeks and weeks before our meeting we had coordinated our schedules

We found a time that we could both meet

It was early, but in order to see her, I would go.

I woke up early this morning.

Tired, I dreamed of her warm embrace as I ate breakfast.

The sweet rumble of her voice.

Her soft lap.

Hurriedly I shot out the door.

Taking the Green Line to West Bank, I hoped to beat her there.

Seeing that I had, I was quite thrilled.

I stood outside, waiting for her to come and pick me up.

The wind blew.

The snow turned to hail.

But she did not come.

Glancing at my phone, I could tell something was amiss.

It had been fifteen minutes past the date of our meeting.

And I was alone, cold, sniffling on the sidewalk.

Would she ever come?

"Yes, she must!" I told myself.

I desperately told myself...

And so I waited.

Thirty minutes blew by, colder than the wind that chilled my face.

But she did not come.

And so I waited.

And so I pondered.

"Do I need her that much? Is she the only one who can take me where I want to go?"

In lonely times, a heart will seek the solace of another.

And so, when I was yet another fifteen minutes older...

I decided that I must go.

There were others out there.

Others who would take me where I needed to go.

In fact, I remember my days as a youth

Inseparable from my best friend: my bike.

I longed for such simple times once more

in the sad, sad, cold morning without my beloved.

And so I walked, on the forty fifth minute, down the road.

I crossed the street and went down the path.

And as I was planning on leaving for good; to find myself another way

I saw her.

Sitting... loitering... idling

With another man.

That STRUMPET!

That WENCH!

How... could she?

How could she have deceived me so?

I decided that I would not be dependent on her any longer.

I watched her as the icy air tempted my tears to freeze.

And as I watched, from my vantage across the road,

I saw her take off

Towards our meeting spot.

And something happened within me.

My fiery rage turned into something mushy.

My sorrow turned to hope.

She was coming.

I needed her.

So I ran my way back,

sprinting through all of the shortcuts,

up a snowy hill upon which I almost fell,

and walked as a jay across the intersection.

I wanted to be there when she arrived.

So that she would open her arms to me.

I would forgive her.

And she would take me where I needed to go.

Where I wanted to be.

 

On this day, my bus came late and I was forty five minutes late to work. But I know that I cannot go away. I cannot find another route. That bus really is the only one for me.

I am dependent on her. Or it, whatever you prefer.

 

[Stray Cat]

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[Cyrillej1]

I enjoyed reading that ^^ haha