• I stood on the edge of a cliff gazing out to the ocean. The ocean rolled and rumbled with its laughter, laughing at me, and my stupidity. I had loved before; I had given my heart away many times before. But every time I’ve had it smashed and ripped more. As often as there are petals on a rose my heart has been ruined as well as my capacity to love. Until only the steam of my love was left. Now my heart and my want and desire for love were maimed and useless.

    Desperate, I locked them up in the safe of my despair, grief, and anger. Burying it in my withdrawal. Growing thorns around it by not even letting my family get to close to me. Yet still somehow this guy got through my anguish and helped fix my heart and grow back my rose of love. He understood me he could relate but somehow he had remained unlike me. He was stronger then me he was strong enough for both of us. But he was like all the others in the end. He took my heart and threw it down and broke it again then stepped on the fragile pieces breaking them more and more. Then he took up a machete and hacked down my roses. He had said that he would return in two months. Yet here after five months of restless waiting and burning hope he still was no coming. I’ve waited every morning and every night for his return but he still doesn’t come.

    I gathered what was left of my heart and went to the cliff to say goodbye to the only man that had actually healed my heart fully. I had just left the roses there because I could not love anymore this was the last pain that I could take. I now hated. I hated everything that reminded me of him and that was everything. All I could see was him in everything. The colors he liked, the foods he liked, and didn’t like, and I especially hated the sea for separating us.

    I saw a ship’s sail on the horizon suddenly, and I couldn’t help but feel some hope. No one ever came near this cliff because of all the rocks they caused ship wreaks before. I waited for an hour letting the ship come closer. Then I saw that it wasn’t the ship he had left on and so wasn’t the one he would return on. Suddenly the ice of despair crushed down on the fire of hope smothering it. And I weighed more on my body and I couldn’t feel anything but the crushing despair and grief. He wasn’t coming back. And the sooner I realized that I would be able to live again.

    My toes touched the edge of the cliff and I was shocked. I hadn’t realized that I was moving until I had felt the edge. I looked down at the rocks and realized that I didn’t want to live if he wasn’t here to be with me. I brought my other foot to the edge. And I felt the rock shudder under another wave of the oceans laughter. The ship was much closer; I could see the people walking around on the ship though I couldn’t tell them apart. I thought I saw some one pointing at me with the same bright red hair color of my lover. I instantly hated him for having the same hair as him. And in that moment of hate I stepped off the edge. The man screamed I heard it and I thought he sounded like my lover also. Then as I got closer to the rocks I could see the men on the ship and I saw the man with the red hair. He was him, my lover, and he was healthy and well. In an eternal instant I was happy. Going through what I had had been worth it all, as long as he was back. And In the next eternal instant the rocks were upon me.