Author's note: I wrote this in the beginning of September. I wasn't comfortable with posting it then, but I want to share it now. I really like it.
I took off the bracelet. I was actually stripping down in the bathroom, about to get in the shower, and after I had removed the last article of clothing, I still didn't feel naked. I had that feeling when you realize you're still wearing your socks in the shower.
So, I took off the bracelet. I placed it on the sink counter, and I stood there staring at it, but I felt good about it the moment I did it. It felt right. Terribly heartbreaking, but right.
I didn't shed any tears, my heart didn't race...I just stood there watching the bangle rest on the white sink countertop, listening to the hum of the fan above. I turned and got in the shower...Total disregard.
The thought of putting it back on crosses my mind...as if putting it on will make magic happen. As if that will make him stay, and I'll wake up in his bed with the sun slightly visible, cool breeze blowing in, making the curtain gently lap at the window. I'll rise from those crimson sheets and put on my shorts and open the door and find him sitting on the couch in his plaid house shorts, watching the stock market rise and fall, macbook positioned on his lap.
"Did you sleep well?"
