"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Baby Girl


The cold wind entering through the window stroke against her cheek as the cloudy day was coming to an end. As she was finishing her day she looked as always towards the calendar planning into tomorrow, her new day.
At first the numbers printed on the caledar seemed a bit odd, reminding her of something, so her eyes lingered on each number composing the date, as if a thought left in the back of her mind was making efforts to get born and find a voice. And then, in a passing moment slipping her mind, she remembered. It was that day. That day when he promissed to come there for her, for their love. But the day that just finished , that she had almost forgotten, was anything else than she imagined long time ago, and it was absolutely perfect without him.
Now she remembered what used to be a hearbreaking story and the pain that followed, but why the hell did she even care about him? She had no more room in her heart, actually she had thrown that poisoned heart out of her chest long time ago… She did see him coming back one day in regret, but she turned her back, and honestly, why should she have even cared? Did he care about her when he broke his promisses one by one?
The memory was no longer aching her. No, not even like a limb longtime removed from a body, missing limb that would be still generating phantomatic pain. She knew that she gave him all the chances in the world and he failed her in every possible way. He stepped on her heart so many times, just like a heartless selfish bastard. Isn’t it ironic? He used to think he is such a gentleman…
There was nothing in the whole world that could have convinced her that he was anything but a self serving liar and opportunist that knew exactly how to talk and use people and feelings. As a man, he did not respect her, for he fed her with lies. He was hardly there for her, having time for anyone and anything but her, so he was no friend either. Lover he was not, as he was too busy living in an imaginary fantasy, flirting around and talking about love… Tender he was not, as he only dreamed about desires and sex… Faithful he was to nobody but himself… But he was never smart enough to see that the baby girl didn’t need a father in him. She was already mature enough…
No, he did not respect her and maybe he would have loved to train her into a submissive pet that worships him as a master. Maybe he would have loved an object to satisfy his lust and needs while dreaming that he is the perfect man that any woman would have wanted… What a joke… What a douche…
As she remembered she knew that back then she loved the person she thought he was. Yet in reality he was never what she first  thought. In the end he was a nightmare.
“You never knew me. You never had me. You were looking for Passion, talking of Passion, bragging with your Passion, but when Passion was sitting in front of you at the same table you didn’t even notice her… You never saw me, nor will you ever again. This was not the first day of love, this is the last day when you touch my thoughts, it’s the day when you leave my memories.  If by mistake I left a door ajar, I just closed it. Forever.”


600 words, memyselfandela, 2013

3 responses

  1. That’s brilliant Ela. I love it. The story goes well, Is the photo something you took or something you found?

    June 15, 2013 at 20:52

    • Thank you Alastair. No , the photography is not mine.

      June 15, 2013 at 23:59

      • The story goes well with it 🙂

        June 16, 2013 at 08:55

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