Five Years


A long-lost ficleteer trying to take a shot at writing once again.

We talked every night. We wrote letters. The distance never diminished our love for each other. We had it all figured out.

I flew out to see you on Valentine's day. You baked me a cake for my birthday. We had Thanksgiving dinner with your family. You took me to see the Christmas lights in the park. We were so in love, so established. I was so comfortable. Five years of happiness, and we were on the path to marriage before too long.

And then I found you one morning, surrounded by empty beer bottles, your dark secret exposed. I couldn't sleep, you said. I just had a few beers. It's okay. But it wasn't okay. It was the beginning of the end.

And then you crashed your car and got arrested. And you called me, crying. And I couldn't take it any more. It was over. We were over. Back to square one. Five years just gone. Gone forever.


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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

Better to not be married when you find out. However, that is a painful breakup. Maybe the person can get their act together and better themselves and it will work out. Or maybe it's for the best.

  • #1490 Posted 6 years ago
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Very true! And it did work out for the best, actually.

  • #1492 Posted 6 years ago
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One sad truth about life is that there'll always be another "maybe...".

  • #1494 Posted 6 years ago
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