Maybe, Lover

A Story by Kitt

Thoughts.

9/17/17

Maybe you never stopped loving me. Maybe you never did. Maybe you never met that boy to begin with, and we were happy together like old times. Maybe, if I pretended, we could still talk, still share good memories. Whatever happened to sisters before misters?

I guess there really wasn't any unspoken agreement between us that we'd never leave each others' side. I must have assumed wrongly that we kept each others secrets before keeping his. The boy was something we shared in common; something I once so foolishly thought had brought us back together. Instead he steadily increased our gap-- dug it so far that no bridge could ever mend it. What a selfish child he was. Or maybe I am.

But maybe he didn't. Maybe he was a quick phase that soon would leave us both alone. A time we thought little of after it'd gone. Maybe the boy didn't take everything from me. Maybe he never took you.

You took everything from me! I hate you! You didn't bat an eye when you tore everything out of place, did you? You willingly took a beautiful thing and splattered it with disgust and betrayal!

Maybe if I'd never taken your filthy seat. Maybe if I'd never noticed your ungrateful presence. Maybe then I could still hold her hand. Maybe then I could still call her Love, and she'd laugh and reply with 'Lovey'. Maybe then we'd still be friends, she and I.

Maybe.