A simple story

so, here I am, a young woman with a lot of life ahead of me, writing a simple story of a man whom I loved and lived for. I thought I could say the same for him yet his unpredictability and actions have caused my belief to fade.

It all starts with, well… what would seem to be the end of another story but is just the beginning of mine. You see after all the luaghing, kissing in the rain and dramatically romantic scenes (to which I’m sorry to miss out as i would truly love to create images in your mind of a romance so rarely seen in our modern ages of phones and computers. It’s just simply too painful to remind myself), I begin my story with me, myself and I, lying alone under my sheets deppressed, empty and still. Ignoring the fact my washing had been left in the machine for a week now, my dishes dirty and unwashed, myself in the same night wear since the day I was told….

He jumped. He actually jumped. Why? I thought we were happy, I never noticed any problems, he never mentioned anything to seem distressing to him. We were planning to have a child. Then I find that he’s gone, forever. Millions and millions of questions swirling in my mind paralysing me, leaving me with such a weight that’s feels too heavy for me to lift a finger. The sunny days seem gloomy to me, the warm air chills me, the taste of food makes me want to throw up, and the sound of the door bell makes me want to scream!!

The door bell… someone was at the door? I went to see what it was, maybe an old friend trying to comfort or a neighbour finally deciding to say hello. But no, there wasnt anyone there. All that appeared was an envelope, small, simple and slightly heavier than paper. I open it to find a necklace, it was a locket, a beautiful rusty silver heart hanging from a delicate chain. The heart was made up of swirls all in different directions. Surprisingly there wasn’t a single shine to the jewellery which was curious in itself but what wondered my mind more was who had sent it? I open the heart to see what may be inside, and as I saw it I dropped the necklace to the floor in an instant. I stare at it empty, confused and so unbelievably angry. An anger I had never felt before, like my blood had gone from still to boiling in an instant.

Your probably wondering what was inside the locket, with no message, no knowing who had sent this, there was a picture within the heart, of him…. Just him. His blue eyes and charming smile staring right at me. It wasn’t from him, of course it couldn’t have been, why would he end his life and send me something from the dead! I couldn’t take it wether it was from him or not. He chose to leave with no explanation, and so I simply can’t bare to see his face.

But then as my days start to rebuild themselves and I finally manage to find myself the will power to get from under the sheets to a warm shower, there were certain things that seemed to be getting stranger. The locket, I threw into a drawer where I could discard it without feeling the guilt I had thrown something supposedly sentimental away. Well as I wake I feel something on the palm of my hand. The locket. In my hand… maybe I did this in my sleep? But it kept happening again and again, until one day.

I went to my friends for some alchaol (truthfully it was a lot of alcohol), I dressed myself as best as I could with weights still holding me down. I wore A nice pair of black jeans with a purple floral top and some matching earrings and necklace my mother gifted me years ago. “You look great I’m so glad your out the house” says my friend. “I’m glad too, I’d forgotten how much better wine tastes when I haven’t bought it”, “ ahah I’m glad your still in there, so where’s this lovely glam from?” “My mother when I was 18, isn’t it georgeous?” “Pretty, what’s inside it?” “Inside it? What do you mean?” I asked her with a curious tone not really understanding what she meant. “Inside the heart, what is the picture? Isn’t that what there for? To remind you of someone?” As she says this I look down to what I was wearing. My eyes couldnt believe it. I had not put this on. I had thrown it into the pond as I was so fed up with it appearing everywhere as I was trying to move myself forward in life! This isn’t possible. I drank my wine that was freshly poured. Very. Quickly.

So as you see this ‘simple story’ is ironically very ‘unsimple’. Heartbreak and love and mysterious unanswered mysteries. This event of the necklace continues to this day. Tough not on me… onto my daughter.

Yes, i totally skipped part of the story because, well I believe that there’s a moral behind these magical events, I’ve now come not to hate him but to continue loving him for what I knew, our daughter will love him too. And now she has something to hold onto. Physically emotionally and magically…