To this day, I never knew what you saw in him. To this day, I wish I had been able to step in earlier than I did. This way, you would still be here and I wouldn’t be missing you.
“I’m going to the library to meet up with James,” was the last thing I ever heard you say. If I could only get past your stubborn refusal to see James as I did, you would probably still be here.
I had always thought of the library as a safe place for you to be or I would have insisted I tag along. Made up some excuse as to there was an overdue book I had to return. Or I could make up an art history paper I needed to check a few references on. Anything would be better than letting you out of our apartment with James.
Everything had seemed so innocent when you started seeing him, I didn’t worry about what would happen or where you would go. I would have followed you anywhere and done anything for you and I hope you knew. The night you left, I was expecting you to be home around midnight as I knew the college library closed and you had class at eight the next morning. Somewhere along the way I fell asleep on the couch only to wake up with the sun shining across the room and a picture and a text from you. From Vegas. In a wedding dress.
Standing Room Only 