As I see the painting in front of me. I can’t help but think of you. About us. The feelings that were there. It was there whether we both wanted it to be or not. I see the footsteps in the sand leaving the place behind. I go back to the day you walked out on us. The day you made the decesion to continue life without me. It’s silly I know. How can this painting strike up so much emotion.

As I stare into the painting my mind drifts to you. Your smile. The way your eyes glowed when you would talk about topics that excited you. The way you would hold my hand as we walked through the crowds. The way your muscles flexed as you lifted weights. The way you would stare at me as I would read my book. It was evident. There was something between us.

People saw it. I would get asked and brush it off as if they were crazy. Little did I know we both were. I look at this abandoned place and can’t help but think of you. The day you decided to leave everything behind.. The day you left me behind. Gosh how I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so bad I was willing to do anything to keep you. Now looking back at it. Those thoughts were silly.

I look at this painting and I feel the sadness and despair I felt when you left. Do I have the right to feel this way? Do you ever feel this way? This place use to be a home for someone. The abandoned home was a place full of love for someone. The memories this place holds. Like us. It’s all just memories now. We were more than just friends but never enough to be lovers. This place was enough as a shelter but never enough to be a home.

I look at this painting and I too feel abandoned.