Milk It -A story of unrequited love

“I love you.”
Three small and simple words that had never meant more to him than they did at this moment.

He looked into her eyes, pleading with everything he had within him, yet she simply stared at him.
Silent.
Unmoving.

“When we first met,” he said, struggling for the words.  “I didn’t know if I should talk to you.  You seemed so… unobtainable.”
She remained silent, slowly shaking her head from side to side.
“I’ve lost my friends over you,” he said softly, eyes glistening with tears.  “I’ve lost my family, my wife and the kids.  I’ve lost my job!”
Still, nothing.  She didn’t even look at him.

“Look at me!” He screamed, veins pushing against the skin at his neck and temple.  “Look at me!”
She stepped back then, two quick paces, fear and confusion in her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he sobbed, falling to his knees on the ground.   “I’m sorry.”

He sat, cross legged, and wiped away his tears as she started to turn away.

“Please,” he begged, aching for her.  “Please look at me… I know this can work.”
She paused, looking at him sideways, lost in thought.
“What do I need to do?” he asked, slowly getting to his feet.  “We can run away, get out of here, head to my dad’s place down by the coast…”
Planting her feet firmly on the ground, she turned her head away.
“We can…” he paused, his mind swirling with possibilities.  “We will make this work.  I love you.”

Silence.

“I know I do,” he continued.  “It’s an impossible thing, I know, and something people say to each other but I’m in love with you!  Every moment I spend without you twists the knot in my stomach.”
She turned her head away, her eyes raised to the sky.
“That’s how it is, is it?”  He said bitterly, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.  “I mean nothing to you?”
Bowing her head, she remained silent.
“I was just a meal ticket, wasn’t I?” he spat, angrily rolling his shoulders with tension.  “I meant nothing… what we had… what we did together… it meant nothing?”

She merely blinked at him.

“You know what,” he laughed.  “I’m too good for you.”
He turned his back on her and sighed.
“I guess… I guess this is goodbye?”

Again, nothing but silence, heavy with anticipation.

“Ok, ok,” he said, closing his eyes.  “I’m sorry I ever met you.”
The silence was overpowering.
“You’re such a cow…” he muttered as he walked away, closing the gate behind him.

“Moo,” she bellowed, turning away, looking for some fresh grass to eat.  “Moo!”

The End

 

 

 

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Posted by Norton

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