I suddenly got the urge to write, So I actually did it. Based on what I'd hope to be a true story. Stupid hope.
Maybe I'll write more. But for now, this is what I found in my little head. I know its little, but I have a lot more to say. Just felt the need to post something. NOW, while I still had the balls.
Leave reviews? Hmm... I'll probably end up regretting saying that if everyone hates this.
She looked at him with watery doe eyes as she realized he hadn't changed. She had hoped he would. Hoped he'd stay. Hoped he could love her, like she'd loved him for so long. Hoped she would be done searching. Two realizations, he was not "him" and she would never find "him" if she was looking. She couldn't love herself, how could she expect him to. Hope and Expectations always were the frauds. Never the man. That throbbing pain behind her rib cage, however dull and consistent it was, was always just hope and expectations eating her from the inside out. Like a disease - Finally she gave in, and let her tears fall. She couldn't tell what it was, but at that moment she felt lighter. No longer angry at him, but content. Content? She'd never truly experienced this feeling. But there it was, in her face. Running through her veins, with a power to walk away - to move on.
"I'm sorry…" He said, "I still love her." The look in his eyes, although not completely broken - he'd been cracked. His true feelings poured out on the floor for her to see. Love was there, but never like she'd wanted it. "It could have been us... Maybe, back then. But all the timing was wrong. I'm sorry…"
"Sorry means nothing, I don't need to hear it as if it makes up for anything." a sideways grin spread over her face "I love you, I always will. But I don't blame you for not feeling the same for me… Time. Wow. It really is a bitch, huh?" And with that Jasmine walked away. Not sad, or regretful - But happy to have everything out in the open. No more being vague or hidden. But true, like it always should have been.