When He Comes to Me

The accident took a toll on me but most of all leaving behind all alone is worse because your soulmate thought of you as a burden. So he did the best he could do.  He ran away the first chance he got.

That bastard not only broke my heart but also left with all my savings and stole my car for which I still have to pay installments because it's in my name.

I thought I was broken after my accident but when he didn't come to see me I realized it hurt more than broken bones.

I wish he had come to me and told me how he felt about my accident. I know doctors said my walking skills could hinder forever or the tremble in my hand could turn worse but I believed in myself. I knew I could make it but I guess he didn't believe in 'me' or in 'us' anymore.

Six months later;

"I am going to New York," I told my parents once I recovered from several physiotherapy sessions. A little tremor in my left hand was all left from my past. But I have come to terms with it. I know I can't give up just because my one hand slightly trembles when I get nervous, stressed, or when I am angry.

My parents looked at me as if I had grown two heads.

"Why do you wanna leave?" My mum asked when she realized I am serious about my decision. My dad didn't speak a word, he waited for me to clear my point.

"I don't know what should I tell you Mama that would make you feel at ease but the truth is I cant feel anything here. I can't live with my past and if I start working here I won't be able to move on. I think moving to a new place would be good for me." I explained softly. Hoping they both understand my position and don't stop me from leaving.