Why am I always writing about weddings or people who want to get married? I don’t want either of those things at the moment, lol. Unless my conscience is trying to tell me something! 😂
There’s a glint in the distance, gleaming bright. She creeps forward, her heart beginning to race with anticipation. It’s been three years and she’s hoped.
Even though he’s against it and changes the subject every time. People change their mind all the time, right? She just has to hope.
One more step and she comes face to face with the sparkling object.
Her heart sinks when she sees what it is.
It’s what now remains of the faux diamond earrings she lost last week.
It’s crushed, with the diamond part hanging limply, as if it’s given up on life, on being whole.
It’s like looking into a mirror; she realises that she’s just deluding herself.
There’s no hope.
There are no fulfiled wishes.
Dreams are just dreams, pockets of imagination that aren’t supposed to be unleashed.
She takes a step back and ignores the way her heart continues to sink with disappointment.
She’s been on this train for three years, but this isn’t her stop. This isn’t the end of the road.
She’s only halfway through the ride, and not ready to give up just yet.
One day, she may regret her decision but one day isn’t today. It won’t be tomorrow either.
It never is.