The Devoted One
Given that the Devoted One had slept little last night, it would be normal to feel tired this morning. But today, basking in the glow of the early-morning sun felt good. The rays seemed hopeful, promising.
Surely there’d be some contact after last night. An e-mail or text or phone call or, better yet, a personal visit. There had to be questions. Why would you do this to me? What do you want from me? How can I stop this?
The Devoted One sighed. I did this because I love you. I want you back. I’ll stop once you’re mine again.
Yes, it was a new day, and that meant the Devoted One was that much closer to reclaiming their lost love.
That love would be reclaimed.
Any alternative was unthinkable and unacceptable.
But, above all, it would be unforgivable.