I ran through the garden hiding from an evil man, Jose, who has come back to hurt me once again? Was it not enough what I did for him? I gave him my trust, my life, my being. He asked, I gave willingly. Jose left, and with him, he took my heart, my soul, my confidence in humankind. I cried, I yelled, I got sick. A broken heart is hard to mend when it’s shattered into a million pieces.
I had just found peace found among the cacti, weeds, and the brown grass of the desert. And I ran faster away. A familiar voice yelled, “Stop!” I froze on my heels and dropped to the ground, bleeding tears.
Lilly bloomed from my blood on the soil. “I had lost Adam to Eve. He didn’t come back for me. Your Jose may not be either. Be brave and strong, and you…
View original post 641 more words
wildeoats 