It has been a week since you left me hanging. As I walked back home with a heavy heart, I looked out to the EDSA skyline and wondered to myself, “How is this going to be any better?”
I wasn’t sure how it would, but something in me tells me to never worry.
Monday came, and it was never the same again. No more of your morning messages – teasing me every now and then, or reminding me to take my lunch when I intended to skip the meal to work in the lab. I was no longer looking forward to nine o’clock to hear your sweet voice and beg you to sing a song for me.
How I wished Sunday never came, but it’s a Sunday once more. A week has passed and no word from you. I have decided to move on from this. As I look out at the gloomy horizon outside the window, even if it takes me more than my remaining courage to walk in the rain, I’m pretty certain there are better days ahead of me.
I shall no longer look back in pain; I will hold on to a great promise of tomorrow.
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