Sweet Dream…!He may say something unkind to her in public,
when she’s been frisking too much for his taste and acting
up in
general, and it will cut her to the quick. She’ll try to force him to
apologize, openly, or at least to admit he didn’t mean it (which he
didn’t, and she knows it), while he sullenly refuses to grant her the
verbal solace and reassurance she’s seeking (or rather demanding). As
she continues first to command, then finally to plead with him to
retract his statement, he’ll grow even more silent and removed, like a
chunk of marble, unseeing, unhearing, and unfeeling – apparently.Then
she’ll impulsively run out, angrily, weeping, into the night. He’s the
coldest, cruelest man she’s ever known, and its all over between them.
He cant do that to her. A few blocks down the street (maybe twenty or
more, depending on the extent of the adrenalin she was generating when
she stormed out of the place where she left him) – she sees a coffee
shop, and wanders inside, to sit by herself, crying all over her
donuts, and fiercely hating him…. until their favourite song hits her
ears, from the ceiling speakers, reminding her of what she’s standing
on a street corner, forlorn and alone, trying to hail a taxi to take
her anywhere, and she has to walk home, giving her time to think over a
lot of things as she hurries down the streets than seem unusually quiet
and deserted.But…who is that there in the shadows, leaning
calmly against the building across the way
waiting patiently for her?
It’s him he’s still there. She feels a surge of happiness as she runs
across the street into his safe arms. He didn’t go away - this time.
He’ll probably still be there, patiently waiting for her after the next
fiery, emotional, farewell scene too. But, someday…If she’s is, she’ll count her blessings before it’s too late.