THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 91's. Broken Heart
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I laughed at the strawberry and the sweet blueberry.
"It looks good thanks for sharing. Come eat, it's a fan's gift. Not in El Paso or anywhere your fans are always very much ********." He laughed either because I insinuated his fans or because I called him ******** like the past, happy to see him laughing again. He is handsome, no wonder wherever he is a fan is always there.
"I want to track it up tomorrow, he said of the trip up about 2 to 2.5 hours. The best hot springs are up there."
"I'm coming. I haven't had a while off. You know it looks like a lot of blueberries and wild blackberries on top."
"Yes, we've got pie lately, they must've collected it in the woods, I think we can find wild berries on the way."
"I remember it was our job, we were very happy to collect berries in the summer, even though the handle got scolded by your mother because you were more scratched by blackberries. But half of it I remember being given pies and cakes. I really like your mom's cake. He's still making cookies?"
"Then Pighead goes no, but maybe if you ask him he'll make you." A little sad indeed, since my sister left I just like not having a mother, but maybe after this is done Mother changed. Our relationship has improved. Maybe if I asked him he would make it.
"Are you not good?"
"Hmm yeah, I think if I go home he'll make me." I now remember Mama, maybe I can still eat her blueberry pie. Is he in El Paso okay. Now I miss him. I want to go home and see him. When is this done.
"What other family is good?" I switched the conversation about him.
"But you don't seem so heartbroken."
"What does that look like." I'm laughing instead.
"Yes, compared to Fred, you cry at night."
"Fred is different, he and I have a long history. I once left him when he proposed to me, I chose to pursue my scholarship, I destroyed it so far, but then he chose to compromise years later as long as I was with him. There are many things that make me think he's too good for me. But fate says something else."
"I understand how you feel. Fate says our union with them only gets here. We're helpless." We were immersed in our own thoughts, sitting together bemoaning our nippies. Strange, but the sadness becomes part of the sweet part in part even though the other part remains bitter, like you're used to it and feel you can get through it. Maybe my mourning reached its end. I was content to mourn for Fred and finally accept our destiny.
"Tomorrow we're up okay, hiking and looking for berries. I have to tell my deputy first that I'm also a human who needs a vacation."
I laugh.
"Yes, let's go upstairs tomorrow."
While the afternoon. The red color of the sky in the west is not so scary anymore. Maybe I'm used to suffering, all of us who have survived until now are used to it.
Only a broken heart won't kill us.
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