A simple truth

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Let me tell you a story…

Of a young man who came into a young woman’s life because he saw something was missing in it, only to leave a bigger void once he left.

Several years later he stands at her doorstep waiting for her answer. She gasps at the sight of him, recognition filling her eyes. They stare mutely at each other. He notices that she seems older, but that does nothing to diminish her. After all this time her age only makes her more beautiful, the spring bud she was back then is incomparable to the flower that stands before his eyes. ‘You're beautiful’ he says, the words less a compliment than a simple truth. She laughs, and he knows at that moment that if he could bottle up that sound: he would have gotten drunk on it every night. She lets him in and they talk of small things for a time, too scared to scratch at a long-healed wound. After some time he turns to leave and as he reaches the door she says, “you always used to tell me the most beautiful lies”. He stops, daring not to look at her and says “my most beautiful lies were told when I was being truthful”.

He opens the door and leaves. Knowing that someone else has finally filled that void.

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  1. AnonymousMay 14, 2020 at 7:12 PM

    Saying that your words have touched my soul would be an understatement. It is beautiful. The story makes me think of the words that are not meant to be said out loud,the ones that make everything awkward.You are talented�� (notice how I did not use any contractions because honestly, your work deserves every conveying word) -B.M

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