cestdanielle
"Roe, you need to help me to understand."
"Why should I? Why should I let you define me with some stupid medical term? I'm not my condition."
"I know that, but you need help. You need hospitalization."
"Look, I know I pay you a lot of money to help me, but helping me doesn't mean I have to sit here and listen to your ridiculousness."
I get up and walk out.
"More! I need more!"
The director is shouting again, his voice echoing around the theater and instantly silencing any chatter. I don't know why he likes to do that, but he does and he's quite good at it. I blush madly as I return to my starting position, just before the big fight scene. "Now," he starts, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "give me more."
When I'm older, I will tell my children and their children and their children tales of our love; I will tell them how we were inseparable and how I loved you with every fiber of my being. Then, I'll tell them that love like that is hard to find and even harder to keep. "Don't get your hopes up because the worst pain someone can feel is loving someone who doesn't love you back," I'll tell them.
The rose you gave me sat in my windowsill for a couple of weeks before it withered. It reminded me of your feelings for me that also withered a while ago. It shouldn't bother me now because it's been so long, but it hurts all the same.
The terrain was icy as I walked through the snow. Albeit, I was the one who wanted to go on this voyage to Antarctica to study the wildlife here and I knew it was going to be cold, but I wasn't aware that it would be quite this many degrees below zero. A biting wind chilled my body as I hugged my parka closer. Sensing this, he put his arm around me and I instinctively snuggled into him. Suddenly, everything was worth it and a small smile played on the corner of my lips.
I think I saw my old elementary school teacher at the store the other day, but I also saw you. You with your fabulously crooked teeth and lovely brown eyes. You with your adorable glasses and smile that could light up an entire gymnasium. Yes, I also saw you, but that's all I remember doing that day because seeing you always makes me forget everything about myself.
I walked into the library, the smell of the books instantly filling my nose. I smiled as I walked up to the counter in an olfactory stupor. "Hi, I'd like to return this," I told the librarian who instantly recognized me and grinned right away.
"This is the third book you've returned in two days," she commented, still smiling.
"I can't help it. I love books," I replied, as I slid the book across the counter.
"I know," she nodded and took the book from me.