Lawe by Grey Huffington

Cold.

The first thing that comes to mind when I think of her.

Why you running from me?

The first question comes to mind each time she turns her back on me.

Rigid and cool to the touch, her heart had ice around it. She’d put it in the deepest, darkest hole and dared anyone to try and fetch it.

A man that appreciates a challenge took this one on head first. And, with little bruising, I retrieved it.

The red, barely recognizable organ was lifeless. Day by day, I nurtured it, nurtured her, and eventually, it began to beat again. Not just for anyone, but for me. Its revival was life’s greatest reward. The victory didn’t last very long.

My lack of experience with handling something so precious led me to make rookie mistakes, ones that cost me her heart and mine, too.