The house was silent now. All she could hear was the ticking of the clock in the hallway. She sat unable to move as her eyes drifted aimlessly about the room. Suddenly, they fell upon a picture hanging on the wall...their wedding picture. "How had it come to this," she thought, as she let her gaze fall slowly to the floor. She remembered the day he asked and a slight smile began to steal across her tear-stained face, betraying the rage she felt inside. He wasn’t exactly the man of her dreams. Actually, no man had occupied that place. Not because she disliked them…she didn’t. But they were diversions not destinations. It wasn’t she thought of marriage as a ball and chain, no it was more like a coffin. Yet, almost magically, he had changed all that and when he asked, she found her lips forming the word “yes” almost against her will.
Maybe it was the way his curls spilled from under that cap that was glued to his head. Or maybe it was the way laughter flowed so easily from her when she was with him. Or maybe it was those eyes…those soft, brown puppy dog eyes. Her head snapped up, almost violently. This just would not do. He was a pig, a self-absorbed, arrogant pig. She was better off without him. Who needed those…shoulders, firm and muscular from his years as a carpenter; or even noticed his bronze back glistening in the sun; or the adorable way his lips moved when he was reading; or how he always… “Stop it! Stop it right now! There was life before him; there’ll be life after him. You’ll be fine. He made his decision. Forget him.”
But still…and her thoughts drifted to a vision of him once again. He was standing there, his jacket flung casually over one shoulder, his other hand hanging loosely from his pocket by a perfectly placed thumb. A gentle breeze sending his soft curls dancing about his face. He smiled, then turned away from her and disappeared as if into a mist. She desperately wanted to reach out to him…stop him…say something…anything that might convince him to stay. Then something strange and unexpected happened. All her rage and sadness and regret got up and followed him. Suddenly, she found herself staring into the loving eyes of the One she knew would never leave her. She could almost feel His strong arms enveloping her as His soft and gentle words spoke into her heart, “Let him go.” A strange but welcome warmth flooded her heart. She shook her head and let out a short laugh. Putting her hands upon her knees she pushed herself up, walked over to the picture and lifted it reverently from the wall, “Maybe a mirror or that watercolor in the attic.” Then she quickly turned and walked into the rest of her life.