The Walk

 The Walk


On a sunny spring day, I planned a walk to cherish the closeness and love we shared. We strolled hand in hand down the dusty road, knowing the area and trails well. I had a specific patch of grass near a tree in mind—I thought it would be perfect for us to sit and reflect on the day. It had been a relatively quiet walk, which was a bit unusual for us, but I sensed that I hadn’t been my usual self for many weeks. I was hopeful that this walk would help me rediscover my true self.


As we kissed by the tree, I noticed a sudden shift in our behavior. I decided to peek and saw your eyes open, gazing up at the sky. You didn’t appear angry, but neither did you seem happy. You quickly closed your eyes when you saw me look. I waited a moment and looked again, but once more, you were staring, disconnected from the experience.


I held out my hand, and we slowly walked back along the old, dusty road. As we walked, we remained silent. We held hands, but it felt more like a courtesy than a genuine desire. Finally, I broke the silence. “We’re through, aren’t we?” I asked. It was a realization that shattered the plan I had for a romantic walk and time alone.


“I’m afraid so,” you replied. We walked back to the house in silence. After we ate, I sneaked out to the woodshed and sat silently in tears, reflecting on everything I had done to precipitate this moment. You found me and put a hand on my shoulder. As I tried to come up with reasons to postpone the inevitable, you simply shook your head. I couldn’t share my feelings and the turmoil I was going through at that time.


We would see each other off and on after that, but the intimacy we had shared before never returned. I can only express my gratitude for the time we did share. My feelings were genuine, but youth, anger, uncertainty, and fear had destroyed what we had. It’s incredible that you stuck with me for as long as you did. It’s a testament to your feelings and commitment. 


The walk is over. 

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