“Do you think I’ll ever be able to trust you again?”
It was on a rainy Sunday morning, at the beach in Cape town.
Waves crashing against the rocks, I had a pink scarf around my neck,
His was grey, he was standing behind me, trying to cover me from the rain with his umbrella.
All I could smell at the moment was his expensive perfume, and I felt his breath in my neck.
But I was afraid to turn around and look into his beautiful brown eyes, I’d get lost and loose control.
“I wanted to tell you earlier, but I was afraid to lose you” he said.
Tears were rolling down my face, while the wind was blowing through my hair like it wanted to tell me everything will be okay.
But all I could do is walk back to the car, shattered in pieces,
devastated that a beautiful moment like this will be remembered as the moment when everything changed.