sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of tea when the
phone rang that Saturday morning. Hi, my heart stopped at the
sound of your voice, as all the memories flooded back. I have
something to tell you, I hear the words that flow from your
lips, I hold my breath, dreading the news to follow. Oh? I
didn't know what else to say, I didn't know if I
could have managed anything.
I met someone, you said. She's beautiful, you continued.
You went on to talk about how you met at a coffee shop, the
one we used to go to all the time. She was reading a book in
the corner and you couldn't resist the temptation to talk
to her. I listen as you tell me about how in love you are
with her. How much she reminds me of her.
You went on to tell me that you hope I can meet her soon.
She's the one, you're certain of that. I listen
quietly as you talk about this girl that has captured your
heart, something I could never do.
"I have a secret," you said, you didn't let me
respond; you just continue. "I'm going to ask her to
marry me. It's going to be set for June." "Oh!
That's great," I said, my heart shattering in my
chest for fifth time that morning. "I bet she's
lovely," I said, knowing exactly what you wanted you me
to say. "Oh, she's here. I'll call you
late!" The line went dead, and I fell to my
I cried. I cried for me, I cried for us, I cried for the
words that I was never able to tell you---never will be able
to tell you now. I cried because I know that I've lost
you, I cried because I knew that I lost my chance long ago, I
cried because I knew I just lost my best