The truth is….

The truth is, the only time I felt the true depth of your love for me was in those 72 hrs we spent together celebrating my 27th birth day.

Prior to that, I read the words, heard them , they were pure music to my ears but I felt the distance, it was hard for me to break down your inner walls.

During that long week-end, you catered to my brain, my heart and soul. I was  buzzed thanks to your loving gestures and that look in your eyes made me want to fly so high in the sky.

Months after the magical effect dozed off and all I was left with were great memories to keep me warm at night. You were a satellite in our bed.

Meaning physically you were here but the rest of you, clearly gone. The spell was broken and you were once again shutting down on me, on us.

Something inside of you was holding you back.  Your heart was  locked with a new combination that I was unable to break this time around.

Feeling my despair, you tried to recreate the magic but in vain… I had already retrieved in my shell, protecting my heart.

One day you came home and I was gone, and left this note on the table:

Thank you for the magic while it lasted

I will forever lock those moments in my heart

We tried extending our season but it wasn’t meant to be


©Marie-Christine Jeanty 24 novembre 2012




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