The light above us was dim and amber yellow, throwing tall greenish shadows against the tiled walls of the kitchen and making the room feel very empty. Nights like these were not rare, they were in fact a regular thing we enjoyed now. Sitting quietly, sometimes talking, with lukewarm coffee mugs in our tired hands and resting our elbows on the dining room table. The moon was high in the velvety blackness outside before she said anything. Then her quiet, emotional voice broke the silence:
"When we had gone our separate ways I realized I had never
had any intention of listening to him as a partner, a lover or a friend in any
long term effect. The whole time we were together we didn't listen to the
opposite’s heart or mind."
"How did you stay together then?" I asked.
"We had been very open, we shared a lot." She said frankly, her hazel eyes thoughtful. But her eyebrows were drawn together as she continued,
"But despite
that, we couldn't stay together in the end. It was too much and we seemed to be
okay with that by the end. We had dated for three years..."
"What a waste of your precious time." I said with a look I hoped she'd interpret as sympathetic.
"No," She responded quickly, "I'd say it was more like a huge waste of an opportunity."
"Opportunity for what?"
" For both of us to grow up. If we had only stopped for a few seconds to think of how we could benefit the other, I think we would still be together." The tone of regret was deep in her voice as she said the last few words. She sipped her cold coffee and sighed.
"We'd better get some sleep..."
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