LETTING GO
Julia stood by the water looking out into the harbor. It was weird how she had never noticed its beauty before. Anthony’s, the restaurant, jutted right into the water. All was quiet now, the patrons having left long since, happy and sated, by both the beautiful view and the excellent sea food the restaurant served. The water looked very dark and mysterious. The lights reflected in it enticed, promising a magical new world, if you would just take the plunge.
She was tempted to take the plunge and end it all. The heartbreak, the tears, the pain of having to let go. She looked at Arun, who was studying some of the sculptures on the sidewalk. He seemed quite absorbed in them. She could never understand what was so interesting about some weirdly shaped pieces of metal; some artist’s representation of trees.
Arun looked up suddenly at an airplane flying overhead and said excitedly, “I am going to be on one of those tomorrow, going home.” Her heart contracted at these words. Should she tell him and take the consequences? Or did he know already? Was it better leaving some things unsaid? She knew he would never dream of staying with her. His heart was elsewhere and nothing could entice him to stay. He had shared his hopes and dreams with her, and none of them had included her. He was going to go home and marry the girl his mother chose for him, his gift to his parents as a dutiful son.
But she could not bear to let go. How her heart would break when he left. Would he even realize what a forlorn, lonely girl he had left behind? He was not even going to think about her when he was amongst friends and family so why was she eating her heart out? Why had she even allowed this to happen? She knew love meant pain. But then it had sneaked up on her unawares. And she knew no amount of tears, no amount of pleading would soften that piece of granite he called a heart. She was going to have to learn to let go.
She would go to the airport tomorrow and bravely wave goodbye to them both. Both Arun and his canine friend Bruno, the love of her life.
She was tempted to take the plunge and end it all. The heartbreak, the tears, the pain of having to let go. She looked at Arun, who was studying some of the sculptures on the sidewalk. He seemed quite absorbed in them. She could never understand what was so interesting about some weirdly shaped pieces of metal; some artist’s representation of trees.
Arun looked up suddenly at an airplane flying overhead and said excitedly, “I am going to be on one of those tomorrow, going home.” Her heart contracted at these words. Should she tell him and take the consequences? Or did he know already? Was it better leaving some things unsaid? She knew he would never dream of staying with her. His heart was elsewhere and nothing could entice him to stay. He had shared his hopes and dreams with her, and none of them had included her. He was going to go home and marry the girl his mother chose for him, his gift to his parents as a dutiful son.
But she could not bear to let go. How her heart would break when he left. Would he even realize what a forlorn, lonely girl he had left behind? He was not even going to think about her when he was amongst friends and family so why was she eating her heart out? Why had she even allowed this to happen? She knew love meant pain. But then it had sneaked up on her unawares. And she knew no amount of tears, no amount of pleading would soften that piece of granite he called a heart. She was going to have to learn to let go.
She would go to the airport tomorrow and bravely wave goodbye to them both. Both Arun and his canine friend Bruno, the love of her life.
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