I’d been carrying boulders since I met him. I thought they’re not heavy, just a challenge I needed to get past with. But when my eyes caught sunrises dying and sunsets rising, I knew these boulders were a burden.
How could I pass to him the boulder of love, the boulder of a promise, the boulder of lifelong commitment, and the boulder of an answer when I would always fear their weight would kill me?
I had no strength left, they had all been robbed before. I was still standing, but I’d always wanted to fall. And now, these boulders were making sure my body would meet the ground.
I was sorry, I realized, as I couldn’t take another risk for someone I thought would raise me from today. I would just let these boulders kill me to death.