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My Time - June 2010

by Melissa Vanover

 

There are a thousand ways to hurt someone you love that have nothing to do with physical violence.

But, for you to understand that you have something to apologize for is a beginning.

There were words trapped in your eyes, a world of pain shining there. I didn’t want to hear those words. I didn’t want to feel that pain. I didn’t want to see it, touch it, or have it rubbed in the wounds of my own heart.

Nothing turns to hate so bitter as what once was love. Like being close to heaven and not allowed in was how you left me feeling. Eyes of fire, honey brown – had I taken the pleasure out of your life?

I couldn’t ask! Because I didn’t really want to know. It wasn’t my courage that failed me; it was more that my cowardice overwhelmed me. I’d had about all the truth I could stand in one lifetime.

I love the way you smile when you’re not trying to hide or impress anyone. I love your laughter, I love the way your voice can hold sorrow like the taste of rain. I love your eyes. I love your pain.