#WritcoStoryChallenge
The setting was perfect. Candlelight, polished cutlery and a single rose set in a delicate vase at each table.
The setting truly was perfect. It really was. But now it's not, I don't think it will be again. Nobody does. You won't either. I hope you do though, because honestly a little bit of hope is more hope than I could wish for. Even if it's false hope.
We would stare in each other's eyes. Yours blue, mine too. We would talk and share all that we knew and all that we had. We would joke about the fanciness but honestly we loved it. Everything we had, we gave to each other.
It was perfect.
If only it lasted.
I know it's a lot to ask for but I want it back, my missed chance to be with you for you to be my better half. I know I'm a lot but we could've talked, we didn't.
The evening drew shorter and dusk appeared, followed by night. I never saw you again. I never saw that smile. I never felt your warmth. I never heard your laugh. I never saw the man I yearned for (the man I could have had) again.
He was gone, and you stood there with her. I couldn't ask you (not after that), I couldn't do it, I can't do it now.
So does our story end here, or do I continue to write the rest?
I should keep writing but I know that the longer I sit with the pen in my hand, the sadder the ending will be.
So, the end?
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