It crossed my mind to sell his passport to the highest bidder.
That stupid, childish grin.
We were going to be married.
The tiny nose he inherited from his mother.. it never really looked right on a man's face.
He has the bluest eyes.
What an idiot.
He loved me then.
My eyes seared into him as he quietly tossed his things into a single cardboard box.
"I don't like this," he had the nerve to say. "I don't like you watching me."
"I want to see what things in this house you do care about."
"Lu..." He looked hurt.
You deserve it, you fucking bastard.
He filled the box halfway and withdrew.
Abandon.
I read this... and I'm lost in the raw feelings as I remember.
ReplyDeleteLovely post.
xoxo
Don't stay lost too long...
DeleteThanks darlin'
xx
Lulu
can't you still sell the passport? or one of his kidneys, maybe?
ReplyDeletesry not funny, but these few words made my heart miss a beat or two
xx
I still smile at the thought of profiting on salvage... It might be a felony? Likely worth the risk.
DeleteI have been in love...I have been burnt by it...I know how you must have felt Lu...
ReplyDeleteWish you lots of smiles and love<3:)