I was running late for a meeting and in the rush I dropped my key.
She saw me dropping it, grabbed it and came after me.
“Sir, sir, you lost your key.”
I couldn’t go on without my key, so in spite of the hurry I had to stop. And when I turned to grab my key and thank the lady, time stopped too. Everything did. All I could see was the personification of beauty and gentleness handing me my own key.
Then a car honked nearby waking me from that dreamy state, I grabbed the key shyly, said thank you and ran to the office. Just to found out the meeting had been cancelled.
She never left my thoughts that day and the days that followed.
About a week later I saw her again. I was almost running late again, but couldn’t care less, I just had to talk to her.
We met, we talked, we walked together around town, we laughed, we exchanged phone numbers, emails, instant messaging ids, we fell in love.
We joked that on that first encounter, the key she handed me was actually the key to her heart.
We were happy together.
For a few years….
Then, time passed, life happened and that warm feeling started to cool down.
For her, not really for me.
I was still warm by her side.
One day she sits me at the couch, in front of her, and announces she’s leaving. She still loves me, but not in the same way as before. Not be to my wife anymore. Maybe friends if I wanted her friendship.
I tear comes down my cheek, I can’t say anything. She turns and leaves.
I can’t find that key anymore… It is lost.
This post was written based on the prompt A lost key, from Writer Write’s October prompts.