The Heartbroken - S01 E239

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The Heartbroken - S01 E239

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 239

There was this distance between us that could never

be undone; that period when we hadn’t talked to

each other at all. It wasn’t much, really, but it seemed

like everything else was lying behind that one word.

I wasn’t sure where this would lead.

We could be two vastly different people now—

nothing but complete and utter strangers–and there

was no way we could continue where we left off

two years ago. This wide gap between would keep

us from going back to how we were or how we

could have been.

The past was long gone now.

There was, however, the possibility of the future

stretching out beyond us; and it all began with this

moment.

I leveled my gaze with his.

“Hi.”

And I realized, as we stood there, taking each other

in after all the time we’d spent apart, that this is what

lies in the space between then and now.

It’s the sun rising. It’s the day beginning. It’s your

heart breaking. It’s meeting new people. It’s the

misunderstanding lying beneath suppressed feelings.

It’s losing someone you love. It’s avoiding the

person you want to talk to. It’s the messages you’ve

never sent.

It’s that “someone,” smiling, tentatively at first until it

grows into a real one.

It’s you, smiling back.

It’s the moment you both say “hi,” just one word,

two letters erasing the goodbye and replacing it with

all the possibilities and promises of tomorrow as you

both stand there looking at each other, taking in the

enormity of a single word, and see how everything

else falls into place.

—

You hold its wings between your thumb and index

finger and you can feel them slightly buzzing as the

dragonfly attempts to fly. You bring it closer to you

and watch it—you take note of every color, every

curve, every little detail on its frail little body—and

wish that you would never have to let go of

something so beautiful.

But rarely in our lives do we ever get what we wish

for and you know you can’t hold on forever,

because sometimes, it’s holding on that makes us

weak.

So you pry your fingers apart.

For a second, the dragonfly stays still, and then its

wispy wings buzz to life. It flies and you watch it

rise, higher and higher, farther and farther, until you

can’t see it anymore.

You squint into the sunlight, your eyes narrowing to

tiny slits, but your lips tug into a smile.

THE END..