It was the day she left me. I remember it clearly as white as the snow, I became blinded. She had cruelly teased me before, that she would leave when the winter came. For years and years she said such things but I merely smiled and told her she loved me too much to ever do something so soul wrenching. I was wrong. Spiteful Women know how to hurt a good man, they know how to rock us to our core and make us fear falling in love again. Too weak to try again and too old to even attempt, I keep that memory alive. Reliving it with every snow flake that falls on my face. It was my fault for not being what she wanted.

It was my fault.


Miela (C) Me