“What happens if you leave and there’s just life on the other side? Where does that leave us? Me?” I look into the dark eyes that I fell heart first into almost 2 years ago. I already know the answer.
“I don’t know”. His hands grip the counter and and I watch as his knuckles turn white. I find it ironic, really. Usually I’m the one white knuckling it through this life.
“You never know. But I do. This leaves me with nothing. I’m here and you’re over there and I have nothing. Without you I have nothing”. It’s almost entirely true. I would have nothing without him. I would also have nothing if I continue to eat this slice of cake. But I don’t tell him that.
“You don’t believe that. You can’t”.
“It’s the only thing I believe. You made me who I am. Who will I be once you leave? I don’t want to be who I was before. I can’t be that person again. I can’t”.
“You won’t”. He and I both know what he really means. The extravagant painting depicting The Old Man and the Sea hanging behind my head and the pink flip flops behind my back, with tags still in tact, both know what he means. So I say the one thing he expects. Whether or not it’s true is a different story.
“You won’t be around to see it”.
Inspired by The Daily Post, Odd Trio Redux.