Lesson Learned?

As she walked away from him, the door to the apartment slammed shut against the frame to let her know she was out of his life for good. She stood uneasy in the elevator as it slowly made its drop from the floor she had lived on, to the floor below where her parents were waiting to load her things for the trek back home.

The elevator bell dinged, the door slowly crept open and excitement overwhelmed her. He wasn't standing on the other side of the door. A second showing that she was on her own from then on. No more she and he. No more they and them. Only her.

The truck, borrowed from a family friend, began to fill with her things. Each time she set a box, a case, a trunk in the truck bed, she slowly turned back toward the back door of the building to see if he was there, begging her to come back up...to give him one more shot. And each time, her heart sank a little more into her stomach because he wasn't.

As she and her family pulled from the building, she looked back through the window, hoping he would be chasing behind her, waving his arms, begging her to stay. He was not.

When they stopped for fuel at the Indiana-Michigan state line, she looked for him to be sitting at the coffee shop, sipping a drink, waiting to hold her again. He was not.

As the journey came to an end, she buried her face in the pillow she had been resting her head on to hide her cries from her mothers ears. Her mother didn't like that she was in love with the guy she just left. Her mother didn't like the idea that he had made her daughter see that she could be anything that she wanted to be.

When they pulled into the drive at her mothers house, she expected him to be standing in front of the truck, hands raised, crying and professing his love. He was not.

After she moved her things back into the house she grew up in, a 300 miles away from the guy who loved her, she lie in bed and looked at her phone, questioning why he hadn't called the whole time.

Though he did want to race down the stairs to meet her on the first floor, and to stop her from loading her things into the borrowed truck, and to chase after her to stop her from leaving...to hold her again like he did all the times before and to stand in front of her house and profess his love for her as he cried, he didn't for one reason, and one reason only.

I gave you what you asked for, kid.

Hope you're well.

How Big a Boy Are Ya?

When it's time to muster up the courage and fight for what you believe in, will you have the balls to play?

Or will the pride you pretend to hold run down the inside of your left leg?

Will the devotion you hold for the thing you love more than anything in the world carry you through until morning, or will you lie scared, under your covers, like the pussy you pretend not to be?

Can your eyes fill with tears and fall down your face? Or are you not enough man to let others see that?

If the woman you love was taken from you, would you do all the things that you needed to do to get her back? Without hesitation? Without worry? Without fear that the cost may be your life?

If you faced the devil herself, and she held the winning hand, would you try to bluff the bitch or fold?

Without a doubt, toe to toe I'd stand and see my loves safe return.

If she liked it or not.