R e n e w a l
For each ruby drop my heart bled, countless diamonds my eyes wept.
As soon as his plane landed, he expensed a rent-a-car and made his journey back to a past he'd left behind/ into my present/ with hopes of securing our future. I wasn't ready to receive him but I welcomed him the best way I knew how -- with coldness, and distance. Sadly, that was all I could give.
We sat on the steps leading up to my house, cold and distant, taken hostage by the deafening silence and a past that wouldn't let go. The warmth of his hands, the passion burning behind his tender gaze and the heat produced by the chemistry of two who once loved so deeply and achingly, couldn't melt the ice that had hardened around my heart.
As I painstakingly searched for words to break the silence, I took notice of the suitcases that stood by our feet. They looked full -- packed with hopes, his dreams, with ample space available for a part of me he would take with him, possibly. But there wasn't a part of me I was willing to give. Not anymore, at least.
I stopped my search; there wasn't anything left to say. Though I applauded the effort, my heart could not warm up to him, nor did it want to expend the energy needed to.
I told him it was getting late and for him to leave. There's a decent hotel just around the corner, I advised. He reached for my hand, pleading with voice muted, his sorrowful eyes trying to etch some sense into me.
...and the ice, the ice slowly started to melt...
I freed myself from his grasp/ his regrets/ his foolish miscalculations and made my way down the stairs. And down those stairs, we took our last steps together.
After we hugged for what seemed like hours, I glanced over at him as he walked away; effortlessly gliding through the thickness of the summer air -- as did my tears; leather-wrapped feet perforating the grassy divide -- as he once did my idealism; the slight bob of his head drumming the exhausted beat of my aching heart;
-- His impenetrable mystique, no longer hammered by my questioning eyes. I no longer questioned but knew.
...and yet the ice, the ice continued to melt...
He stopped and looked back at me, tears making a pond of his eyes. I cursed them for clouding something I once found to be so beautiful. So heartbreakingly beautiful.
...and the ice, the ice that had kept the two halves of my heart together, melted away, leaving my heart exposed and vulnerable... parted in two once again...
I shook my head.
He nodded.
No more tears left to shed, for they refused him. Tearless and unmoved, I watched him walk out of my life for the second and last time.
* * * * *
Each break-up has an expiration date set for a possible renewal.
In this case, too little just too late.
Question
Some time has passed since you and your ex-bf/gfbroke up. Everything is going along smoothly and you are starting to get over the relationship. Then, you find out (through another source) he/she had cheated on you while the two of you were still in the relationship.
Would you confront him/her?
As for me, I wouldn't. If we've already broken up, why waste my time? It's not as if confronting him will change anything. Confront him and we're still broken up, not confront him and we're still broken up. It's petty to rub it in, out of spite. He should know he's an asshole and karma will take care of all the loose ends.
And as for confirming whether or not it's true, it's not worth my time. Besides, I'm sure 1 out of 2 will deny it because, well, who wants to look like an ass?