Just another Broken Heart

Days pass by- he’d stopped looking at the calendar now; his wait long ceased. But had it really? For if it had, he would’ve forgotten about her- or at least stopped thinking about her. He would’ve at least stopped reminiscing the times they spent together; the hours that they shared- and the dreams. He would’ve stopped wondering if she’d been to China yet; or seen the rare white tiger. He would’ve stopped worrying she might really give bungee jumping a try. She could hurt herself that way. He wouldn't think about that formidable temper of hers and hope no one would provoked it- for her sake and theirs. This, he still thought about with a wry smile. A smile on his face that had become a rare phenomenon. As rare as those white tigers of hers.
He still remembered how she sat on the sofa curled up and all ready with popcorn to watch her favorite soap. The one he hated- yet he would listen on to the latest developments with patience that still amazed him. All because she wanted to talk about it. He wondered if she still watched it. He did- at times.
Did she know Sophia got married? He missed her at the wedding. He didn’t want to go- yet he did. He was hoping he’d see her there. She wouldn’t have liked her husband- not really. She would have considered him too proud. He still did that- trying to see people, as she would have. That hampered his judgment. Since they both had such differences in opinion. Yet he couldn’t seem to stop being that way. People said he needed to get over her. He knew he did. He just couldn’t figure out how.
So that was what he had been thinking. He’d give himself one week to get over her. He still had those valiums she used. All those extra bottles she stored. He didn’t throw them away. He figured he might find a use for them. One week he gave himself. Good-bye love.