Mylea, E5

No more Zafir. She loves him so much, every ounce of who he is. But she knows deep down, he doesn’t want her in the same way. He says he does, but his actions don’t show it. And when everything comes raining down, you have to believe actions. Not words, words are meaningless when there is nothing to show for them.

The hardest part about it all is that Mylea couldn’t even be mad at him. It’s easy to cut someone off when you have a reason to hate them, but she had known who he was from the beginning. She knew what he was like. And one of the reasons she loved him so much was for the exact reason that he was this floating, confused spirit just taking it one day at a time…just like her, chained to nothing. She had no artillery to fire at him because she understood him entirely. And when you understand something, it’s hard to feel malicious toward it. Zafir had always done what he pleased, and she can’t fault him for that because at the end of the day they are both humans with free-will. Mylea did what she wanted, and Zafir did what he wanted. When he wanted to talk to her, he talked to her. When he wanted to see her, he came and saw her. She had no anger at all toward Zafir, she was angry at the situation. Unrequited love is a bitch.

She was confused. She was hurt. She was sad. And she was mad – at herself, for allowing herself to give so freely for so long, when she knew her and Zafir were never going to be anything more than kinetic personalities who had great sex and worldly conversations.

So that was that. She would continue to be friends with him, to the extent that she could. But her store was no longer open, the sign flipped to close. Her soul was not a revolving door. Mylea will never stop loving him, because once you love someone it never fully goes away, but the love is different now…Ending things with someone you were in love with is like leaving the town where you grew up; it will always have a place in your heart, but it’s time to see more and do better. You always wish it well, but it’s time to go.

As she continues to walk down U St., smoking her cigarette, and brushing shoulders with drunk strangers, she says goodbye – to Zafir, and to the girl that loved him.

The End.