The sweat beaded down the back of her neck and dampened the small of her back. The sun was pounding but the breeze coming off of the lake made it somewhat bearable. She sat there thinking, pondering the past couple of days. They had been filled with chaos and destruction. Finally she had been happy again, truly happy. She didn’t have to put on a show for anyone anymore, but then it happened. He came along just like he does in the most inconvenient times. He planted a thought inside her head, not one she would tell anyone else, because maybe she hadn’t believed it herself, but it was a thought nonetheless. She knew the hurt was coming because that was the one thing he could be depended upon for, pain, but she chose to push that certainty to the side. Despite the minor set back that he caused- because it was a set back, pain was what followed after he so gently placed himself back into her life and then ejected himself just as swiftly- she had another sorrow lurking around her. She had always been the type to put countless hours of unseen efforts into a relationship, any relationship. This had so carefully been followed out recently, with a friend. But as she looked back on the past week she noticed a shift in the ever growing relationship between the two, it had stopped growing. Once a day apart had left hours of babbling over coffee, but now a week apart had left not one word. It seemed she had been replaced, left broken yet again by another she held so dear. Still she sat pondering, maybe she had over done her analysis- it was an unfortunate habit she practiced quite frequently- and maybe it was just the lonesome nights spent by the lake. Either way the sun still set, the waves still crashed, and her life would still go on. Wether companionship followed or not; this is how she came to be about her life.
-Natalie A. Chapman