There was once a time when she believed everything that came
out of his perfect mouth. The silver words wove into her imagination and
brought them to life. There were strains and there were obstacles but they
always managed to pull through. There were dark spots on each of their hearts.
The girl felt the pain of being judged and never being good enough. He was
struggling at home with internal and external unfair circumstances. Comfort couldn’t
be found within each other, their lives were too busy and the dark spots grew
too strong. The only escape seemed to be to run. Put everything behind and try
to pick up the pieces to move on. The hearts were no longer tangled together;
they started to latch on to whatever they could. One heart retreated to friends
and good company while the other drew deeper and deeper into itself. The first
heart promised that it would always be around. Using silver words and crumpled
pictures to instill belief. The second heart held onto this hope but words can
only last so long. Actions of the first heart were excruciating and comfortless
while the words still tried to spin the silver web. The silver started to fade
as the second heart saw the reasons for the silent treatment. The second heart didn’t
care about the new found interest that the first heart had latched onto. All
the second heart wanted to know was why build up hope when there is none. Why pretend
that she meant anything at all to him. The silver is gone. And so is she.
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