15 Minutes Reflective Writing
Fifteen minutes in the downfall of love, and I only have five minutes to describe a year's worth of feelings in fifteen minutes in the downfall of love.
I need to say how her scorn felt, how they looked at me, and laughed, and whispered. How now, Laura won't even look at me. I want to tell you about now, when I'm still sadly convinced you need to be mine, under some sort of gravitational pull. I will write tonight about only fifteen minutes, but our downfall started as soon as you met her. I should have seen the switch from me to her as soon as it happened. I should have been able to predict the change from our love, us, to her and you, completely rotten from the core out, like a bad tooth. I should have nothing nothing nothing. I should have known, but I was just a child, and you didn't care that I was poised on top of a mountain without a parachute, that I would fall so hard so many times.
Once I took you with me. A twenty minute period of falling and failure, fake feelings, October