Resentment

I watch her through the window, smiling at people like nothing happened.

Like the love between us never existed. Like I’d never even existed.

And it was love.

It’s hard to look at her, even from far away. That smile she gives when she hands people back their change, like she’s giving them a special gift.

She smiled that way at me when I came in. Those white teeth and blue eyes, blue as the sky.

Made me feel like something.

Now she acts like she doesn’t know me, like she never cared.

Oh, she’ll care all right.

She’ll care.

20 thoughts on “Resentment

  1. Oh dear. She’s for it D:
    You portray very well that bristling resentment that goes with being dumped and seeing the perpetrator of your misery happily getting on with their life without you.

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