Spending time with her

Today I spent the day alone with Angela. She was so mad at me. Crying and angry and screaming, why, why, why did I have to leave him? I was so lonely for so long. No one held my hand and kissed my head for more than a decade. No one carried my suitcase everywhere. He felt so good, so why did I do it? Why couldn’t I just tolerate the things that were wrong? And some hours of wandering around the city so pointlessly, I finally had an answer. I said I love you so much. You don’t know how much. You don’t know how long I’m willing to wait until you are treated the way you deserve. I can wait for ten, twenty more years. Even if I have to die alone.

I couldn’t find any proof that you loved me. All the pills of your skin and promises you gave me you would take back again by the night. I slept empty handed.

I couldn’t find the proof in any city or town in the world, in any place or person. But today I finally had an answer for a question I had been asking for a long time.

I would wait my whole life for her. And I have waited for so long. So she understood that time is the true measure of love. And she had no more questions to ask. The traffic slowed down and all the people spoke more softly.