January 31, 2006
She...
She sat, staring into the dark blue waters underneath the cliff that supported her weight. There were no more tears but her grief was unbearable.
Just a few months back they were still a couple-- holding hands, smiling into each other's eyes, sharing jokes and intimate moments. They were, according to some of the people around them, a perfect couple. They were both driven, accomplished, educated, and successful at the company where they both worked.
But theirs was an on-again, off-again relationship-- marked by volatile break-ups followed up by making up in the most passionate way they could. They never talked about what caused the friction in the first place, choosing instead to sweep their issues under the rug. Whenever they got back together, it was as if there was no time lost between them. They would pick up right where they left off.
They had spent an unforgettable night together, professing their undying love for one another until deep into the night. He told her repeatedly how much he loved her and how much he wanter her to bear his child. Maybe if that happened, their families could no longer drive them apart.
He then went to an international conference paid for by the company. They kept in touch during the month they were apart through letters and by phone. He missed her, he said. So did she. And she eagerly awaited his return. Because she had happy news she wanted to tell him. But she had to tell him in person.
The day of his return came... And went. She was frantic with worry since she could not get a hold of him. A week later, he showed up at work. He denied that something was wrong but she could not let go of her uneasiness. He was distant. He had changed.
She asked him repeatedly what was wrong. She said they needed to talk. She forced the issue and got the answer she dreaded with her entire being. It was as if her heart was being ripped right out of her chest. She wanted the ground to open and swallow her up. Intuition told her that this the last time they were breaking up and that they would never get back together again. His family and friends had voiced their growing concern about her. He concluded they could never be together.
That was how she ended up sitting on the cliff, staring at the dark blue water underneath it, her heart torn into a million little pieces. Regret weighed heavy on her soul. She knew it was wrong but felt she had no other choice. Voices in her head began taunting her. Somehow the dam broke and tears-- tears she thought were no longer there-- began to drop like rainfall.
She had never told him the secret she kept-- never told him the news she wanted to share. And now it no longer mattered. For the secret she kept was now gone. All she could say in her own defense was that she was consumed by the irrational fear that he would think it was a desperate ploy on her part to hold on to him.
She looked with tears in her eyes at the printout she held in her hand. It was a black and white picture of an infant inside its mother's womb-- the child he told her he wanted. It was the same infant who was now gone because she cared more about appearances.
Did she really have no choice? Or did she make the wrong one? Only she could answer the questions with honesty. And he never even knew...
She sat, staring into the dark blue waters underneath the cliff that supported her weight. There were no more tears but her grief was unbearable.
Just a few months back they were still a couple-- holding hands, smiling into each other's eyes, sharing jokes and intimate moments. They were, according to some of the people around them, a perfect couple. They were both driven, accomplished, educated, and successful at the company where they both worked.
But theirs was an on-again, off-again relationship-- marked by volatile break-ups followed up by making up in the most passionate way they could. They never talked about what caused the friction in the first place, choosing instead to sweep their issues under the rug. Whenever they got back together, it was as if there was no time lost between them. They would pick up right where they left off.
They had spent an unforgettable night together, professing their undying love for one another until deep into the night. He told her repeatedly how much he loved her and how much he wanter her to bear his child. Maybe if that happened, their families could no longer drive them apart.
He then went to an international conference paid for by the company. They kept in touch during the month they were apart through letters and by phone. He missed her, he said. So did she. And she eagerly awaited his return. Because she had happy news she wanted to tell him. But she had to tell him in person.
The day of his return came... And went. She was frantic with worry since she could not get a hold of him. A week later, he showed up at work. He denied that something was wrong but she could not let go of her uneasiness. He was distant. He had changed.
She asked him repeatedly what was wrong. She said they needed to talk. She forced the issue and got the answer she dreaded with her entire being. It was as if her heart was being ripped right out of her chest. She wanted the ground to open and swallow her up. Intuition told her that this the last time they were breaking up and that they would never get back together again. His family and friends had voiced their growing concern about her. He concluded they could never be together.
That was how she ended up sitting on the cliff, staring at the dark blue water underneath it, her heart torn into a million little pieces. Regret weighed heavy on her soul. She knew it was wrong but felt she had no other choice. Voices in her head began taunting her. Somehow the dam broke and tears-- tears she thought were no longer there-- began to drop like rainfall.
She had never told him the secret she kept-- never told him the news she wanted to share. And now it no longer mattered. For the secret she kept was now gone. All she could say in her own defense was that she was consumed by the irrational fear that he would think it was a desperate ploy on her part to hold on to him.
She looked with tears in her eyes at the printout she held in her hand. It was a black and white picture of an infant inside its mother's womb-- the child he told her he wanted. It was the same infant who was now gone because she cared more about appearances.
Did she really have no choice? Or did she make the wrong one? Only she could answer the questions with honesty. And he never even knew...
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