One

Last night, listening to my lit professor in a dim, overcrowded, stifling hot room..i started to feel it. It started in my core; the feeling of Tim leaving leaked into the rest of my body like a terrible, incurable disease. I whiped the streams from my cheeks & avoided any eye contact. I dont know what caused the tears; the thought of Tim hundreds of miles from me or the realization that I hadn't felt that beaten in 4 years.

It's the feeling of being single. I am a girlfriend two hours away, but I feel like just a girl when you multiply the space times 6. I don't fear being single..I just don't want to be.

I learned something when Tim's father died. The look he left on his ghost of a wife who wanders her home in search of things to busy her mind, reading romantic novels that have become meaningless. That look is of a woman who knows she is now alone. Sometimes in this life there is only one person destined to be with you to fill the void like a magical puzzle piece. Sometimes there is only one.