An Eiffel Tower Wine Rack

It flashed across my screen so quickly that I barely registered what it was before the pain started. It’s something that I would have liked to have given you. Just the sight of it made me think of long nights in your apartment splitting one too many bottles of wine.

I could ask what happened but I won’t. I know the answer won’t be satisfying because I know that there is no satisfying answer. There never is when a relationship is there one minute and gone the next. There are lists of reasons on both sides, neither fully true.

Where once there dwelt all the hopes and dreams that a new relationship offers, now only exists the sorrow of what could have been. Blame can be laid all to easily as the start of a track that leads to hearts locked against future potential. The fight is to let the sorrow fade and not divert into bitterness.

Somewhere we lost our way and now the brief time we were friends is marked only by a pang of regret on seeing an Eiffel tower wine rack.

~The Countess~


About texancountess

I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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