Search for a Heart

Posted: July 14, 2010 in Articles, Q.Whitening Short Stories
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I didn’t expect this at all, this wasn’t the plan. When I asked her out to dinner, it was to get away from the arguments, the yelling, and the silent nights. I hoped that her favorite restaurant would ease our stressed relationship. What went wrong; why am I trying so hard for a reward I never received? It all started when a good friend entered the same restaurant that my girlfriend and I were in. As my friend walks in she spots me unexpectedly, and heads my way. When she gets to my table, I stand and say, “Hey, longtime no speak, how is life treating you these days?” We hold a two minute conversation before I realize I didn’t introduce my girlfriend. Before my friend could speak another word I quickly interrupt her saying, “Oh by the way this is my girlfriend.” While the both are introducing themselves, I can see at the end of their handshake my girlfriend’s mood change faster then a model in a runway showcase. While I talk with my friend, my girlfriend’s folded arms get tighter, as a silent code telling me to wrap it up. So I close the conversation with, “It was so good to see you, and I am glad you’re doing well, hope to see you again.” She did the same and we parted ways with a hug. When I sit back in my seat I can see my girlfriends face, ready to explode with a jealous question for another argument. Just before she speaks, I ask myself a question. Why is it the harder I try to dig for her heart, the more I can’t find it? She has me feeling like a miner in search for gold. When we first met, the energy I had in search for her heart of gold made my first day a delight. In our first few months of dating, she once told me about her past. The scars her past produced caused her to bury her heart deep for a hard search. But me with my helmet, pick axe, and miner gear, I didn’t heed to the warning given by her words. Matter of fact, it gave me more encouragement to prove her wrong. After four months of walks in the park, movie dates, and conversations, she wished me luck on my search for her heart with our first intimate night. After that day digging was easy; with each swing of flowers, and every slam to the wall with my axe pick of love, the feeling of getting this heart of gold was all but a matter of time. The day that started a downward spiral in my search, was when I came home and she had my phone in her hand asking, “Who number is this?” That accusation was the first wound I noticed on my hands of trust. As our relationship went from a year to a year and half, the productivity dropped dramatically. I noticed the harder I dig the further away her heart got. Argument after argument added more wounds to my hands of trust. Her silent days started to mark my face of caring after a tough day of digging. It got to the point that my days of mining got longer and the light on my helmet became dimmer. After two and half years of digging, reality set in when the truth of my relationship showed it self all in this argument at dinner. Before she could get her words out, I tell her there is nowhere left for me to dig with these words, “I can’t do this anymore. This relationship isn’t healthy for the both of us.” She sits there with a stare that only a person in deep thought can understand. I take my helmet off, drop my ax pick and stare at her mine one more time. I retire with a gentle kiss to her forehead and say, “I hope you will find the right miner who has a strong enough axe pick to dig and take good care of your heart of gold.”

Comments
  1. Leia says:

    Love It!

  2. Tonya says:

    powerful. i applaud your courage.

  3. Barb says:

    Thanks for the link on DS. Love your work

  4. Trez says:

    My dude really enjoyed the piece, thanks for the ride, gotta keep watchin’ for your up and comings….
    gotta luv’ it..

  5. Classic NYer says:

    This is good writing, my man.

  6. Sometimes it’s really that simple, isn’t it? I feel a little stupid for not thinking of this by myself.

  7. Great idea, but will this work over the long run?

  8. will what work? What you mean, searching for a heart?

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