Short Love Stories | Vol. 1:3
I sat directly across from him staring into his brown eyes - the ones that are a shade lighter than his milk chocolate skin tone holding wonder, a bit of sadness, joy and curiosity in them. In the seconds it took to look deep into him, I could see our whole life together. We had talked about babies before, traditions he'd hope to pass down to his children, happy and unhappy marriages. In a fraction of that time as he sat across the table from me looking deep into me, he told me he more than likely would have to witness me marry another man. He wasn't ready.
I slightly shook my head in disbelief - dreams shattered - but I smiled and didn't disagree with him.
This is how to survive a heartbreak.