I wanted to fly home early but unfortunately for me the return flight was not due for another week and a half and I still had some 'stupid' feelings for her...
She came back early one day, early being she came back from staying with the other guy earlier than she said she would. I knew something was wrong.
We sat by the river bank and she slowly opened up to me about what had happened that day. She was tired... she was tired of having to actively think of what to say and do when she was around the other guy. She loved him a lot and didn't want to mess up anything or show her more natural side. She wanted to give the guy the impression that she was the perfect girlfriend and that she was willing to sacrifice a lot for him. In an instant, I recognised something. I recognised that she never truly loved me. I can't recall a time when she had done something like that for me. In that instant, I also recognised how much she truly loved the other guy. The feeling was quite painful and instantaneous. All of a sudden it felt like all these months with her were just worth a single day and that compared to the other guy I was already way behind... there was no chance to ever catch up. All of a sudden my love dissolved and ran down the river bank and turned into sand... the water came in and then out and took my heart along with it...
