Waiting
The sharp edge of the knife winks at me like an old friend, as if it knows what I should do with it better than I myself, but I disregard its advice and slice up an apple. That would be no way to go, I am no horror story subject, no, I am sleeping beauty, snow white. Waiting for my love, for the man who should complete me.
My friends always warned me that it would end like this, that I would end like this. It was inevitable they said, what with my bad luck in romance and my endless optimism for the right man. I would make a wonderful mother, I know this much because of how good I am with my sister’s children, my friends’ children, with everyone’s children.
But this is not a suicide, let me tell you this. I just left my house, stood on the street and held my breath. I know that my love will find me this time, and because of that I will hold my breath till he comes.
I fear that people will misinterpret my gesture, I fear that they will call me crazy, but when you think about it, my logic is sound.
I am just a girl, standing on a street, waiting to exhale. If you want to join me, the secret is to plant your feet firmly on the ground and take a really deep breath.
Don’t chicken out.
Funbee
NB: Test period is still on so i’m a book zombie right now. However i do believe that something is a bit off with the post, so any form of criticism will be appreciated.
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