September 16th

Every night, at approximately 1:30 am there is an aeroplane hovering above her house. It was the third time she heard it. This night was no exception. She wonders if this is the last time she will hear it. This routine was comforting for her. Soon she will not be hearig any aeroplanes or the barking of the dog next door. She will find herself in complete solitude. It's what she wanted. She already feels alone. She will make it. She is so much stronger than she thought. She deserves so much better. Finally she is starting to understand it. The more she grasps the idea, the more easier it is for her to detach herself. Even though he was important to her, she is proud of herself for standing her ground. It was harder than she thought. She lost two things with a couple of sentences. So be it. It was her time. She will not be defeated. He wasn't right about anything. And she is convonced of that. His words did not pierce the bricks, did not shatter her beliefs. It's weird that she actually feels liberated. She can breathe on her own and she can pursue her path (whichever that is). It's strange how you get to know people. The persons that you least expect become so important to you. What is even weirder is how these connections evolve. Persons who you believe will always be there walk away. She didn't. Because of her she hasn't given up. For the first time in weeks a tear rolled down her left cheek. She felt it on her neck. The salty liquid dried and left an invisible trace. She could feel it on her face. Yet she couldn't cry. She couldn't sleep. She was alone with her thoughts.