PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields
The driveway seems like an odd place to set-up a tent. Instead of pitching my tent in the driveway, I went metaphorical. This is a story, not a cry for help.
It came in with a wave and a smile.
She came with a sweetness I’ve never known. It took no time before she was always on my mind. I could never wait to see her. She became the highlight of my life.
She had somebody, but I couldn’t fight my feelings. I fell hard. Finally, I couldn’t hold back.
She left me holding the shattered remains of my heart when she refused to acknowledge my existence, which I only made worse with my persistence.
It came in with a wave and a smile but left me twisted, tangled, and suicidal.