May 19, 2009 - Lovers

They were standing in the middle of campus while I was having a smoke. The unbelievably cloudless blue sky stood back and watched the golden rays of the sun dance on the water in the pretentious man-made pond. The breeze, rustling through the infant trees, seemed to be on a mission to lift my skirt, to expose my favorite underwear to the world. And there they were - standing in the middle of the walkway, lacking care or concern for any students whose way they may be blocking.

They stood facing each other, the breeze whipping her hair around her face in a much kinder gentler way than it does to mine. He was smiling down at her. She was smiling up at him. He touched her face just like you used to touch mine. He laughed at something she said. She flirtatiously lowered her eyes. He brushed the hair away from her neck and leaned in to whisper something in her ear... the way you did when you first told me you loved me.

I listened for the snap, click of metal, the sharp slap, the cry of pain.

It never came.

And suddenly, I hated them.