“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your laugh is like a flock of finches taking flight. Everyone I know thinks you are kind and clever. I was going to kiss you at the end of our date but we’d just met and I didn’t want you to think that I was rushing it.”
With a widening smile, she paused to savor the ripple of bubbles in her stomach, then read on.
“You are so perfect for me in every way, but this part doesn’t last. This is the gloaming, that golden light in which everyone looks like movie stars. Soon you’ll be annoyed by my smirk, my lack of guile. Or you won’t, you’ll love me and we’ll live together for decades before you realize I was never the one you wanted, or that I made you sacrifice your dearest dreams so that mine could thrive.”
The paper was taut between her clenched hands, her throat thick.
“I couldn’t bear it. I can’t bear it. Maybe I should be stronger, or maybe I am just strong enough. This is hello and thank-you for a perfect first date, and goodbye so it never has to be anything less.”
The prompt was from Nathan, “the worst possible way to say goodbye.”
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