She glanced out the small window of the now landing airliner. He gazed out the bay window of his room. It was hard to believe they were staring at the same city. It was hard to believe they were in the same city. Without knowing it, somehow they had been brought back together.
The old them. The Patrick and Kat everyone knew. The Patrick and Kat they both wanted to know. Now it was up to them to find each other. To find their way back.
The rain drizzled down the window pane. Drop after drop, they all seemed to blend together. Everything became a blur. Life, his life, was different now. He had no faith, no will. There was nothing for him to wake up to in the morning. No one to say goodnight to at night.
He had lost all hope in everything. In everyone. Patrick blamed himself. He knew it was all his fault. What would have happened had he not been so selfish? It was her he wanted. He knew that now. He knew that then. Why couldn't he realise it?
A pen and paper found their way to his hands. It had gone on long enough. A man didn't do this. He didn't do this. He had wallowed sufficiently. It was time to let go, time to move on. She had, of course she had. Now it was his turn.
*Long ago you comforted me
An eternity has passed since then...
Long ago you wanted me
I was blind...
Long ago you trusted me
I didn't trust myself...
Long ago you let go of me
My heart will hold you forever.
Long ago you gave up on me
Today I give up on you.*
The words formed themselves almost instantly. The pen glided with the paper, the letters fitting perfectly with the lines. He re-read his words. Did he really mean what he wrote? He couldn't. Not after everything he'd been through. Not after them. How could he just pick up and walk away? Drop everything and run? He couldn't. He wasn't that strong. He knew he wasn't.
Patrick crumpled the paper and discarded it. His words now lining the waste basket. He needed some air. Something, anything. He had to clear his head. His mind was crowded and overflowing with thoughts, and words. Pictures and memories. He couldn't live like this anymore.
He needed out.
To Be Continued...
The old them. The Patrick and Kat everyone knew. The Patrick and Kat they both wanted to know. Now it was up to them to find each other. To find their way back.
The rain drizzled down the window pane. Drop after drop, they all seemed to blend together. Everything became a blur. Life, his life, was different now. He had no faith, no will. There was nothing for him to wake up to in the morning. No one to say goodnight to at night.
He had lost all hope in everything. In everyone. Patrick blamed himself. He knew it was all his fault. What would have happened had he not been so selfish? It was her he wanted. He knew that now. He knew that then. Why couldn't he realise it?
A pen and paper found their way to his hands. It had gone on long enough. A man didn't do this. He didn't do this. He had wallowed sufficiently. It was time to let go, time to move on. She had, of course she had. Now it was his turn.
*Long ago you comforted me
An eternity has passed since then...
Long ago you wanted me
I was blind...
Long ago you trusted me
I didn't trust myself...
Long ago you let go of me
My heart will hold you forever.
Long ago you gave up on me
Today I give up on you.*
The words formed themselves almost instantly. The pen glided with the paper, the letters fitting perfectly with the lines. He re-read his words. Did he really mean what he wrote? He couldn't. Not after everything he'd been through. Not after them. How could he just pick up and walk away? Drop everything and run? He couldn't. He wasn't that strong. He knew he wasn't.
Patrick crumpled the paper and discarded it. His words now lining the waste basket. He needed some air. Something, anything. He had to clear his head. His mind was crowded and overflowing with thoughts, and words. Pictures and memories. He couldn't live like this anymore.
He needed out.
To Be Continued...
