Entry #28

Little Red
by Danielle Rickel


“I’m going to miss you my Little Red.” He murmured.

He’s always said my name with such love.

“So many nights you’ve filled me with ideas, helped me to create.”

He sounds sadder than any night before. He always comes to me at night, sometimes with others, but mostly alone.

“You’ve always helped me to laugh, sometimes to cry, and always to sleep.”

He’s come to me for many years now, not as often at first, but he came to me more and more, until the best thing in life he could find was with me. I knew he would succumb, so many of them do.

“She told me that if I wanted real love with her, that I would have to end my love for you. I told her that I’ve loved you for so long that I didn’t know if I could, that you alone have always been there for me. But as she put one foot out the door I knew, I knew that you were a forbidden love, and so now I have no choice but to let you go.”

I’ve heard it so many times before, and always at that last moment, they let me know if they will return. In the final moment, I will know.

But then he turned away, without even a press of his lips, not even a final sip.

Possibly, his new love bested me after all.