She didn’t waste long teary nights
or sad dreadful days on him. No, he had wronged her one time many times for the
pain to be overbearing. Instead she languished in anger. A sneak attack she’d
never seen coming. She knew she had fault but she had been trying. She gave so
much of herself to him, more than he ever realized. Was there a lesson to be
learned here?
She couldn’t think straight. She
only thought of ways to bring him pain and suffering.
His car: the precious thing that
had fated them together, easy target. A few knifed tires and broken windows.
Add some dents and pesticide. Oh the ways she could ruin his precious car. No, vandalism
is fixed easy enough and could result in jail time. The real satisfaction would
be his heart shattered.
Blood and tears: the only thing
that could feed her madness. She dreamed on slamming his face into the
concrete. She imagined his pleading cries when he came back to find she had
already gone. She looked longingly into the future when he would try to be her
friend. Oh, she would for a moment pretend there were no hard feelings, only
long enough to knee him in the family jewels. Catch him as completely unguarded
as he had done to her.
He didn't break her more; he only showed
her how right she was. She thought back to only a few months. When she had
asked him to put her first, when he refused they had parted ways. This was
different, she did not miss him. She did not long to share her darkest feelings
with him. He would never be the best friend she needed. It only took a year and
a half to learn.
