The Remains Of A Day

She came back to the place where she had initially met him. It didn't matter to her as much knowing that they both now had better lives.She could tell he had met somebody else; somebody that brought more to life that when he was with her.But it didn't matter so long as she knew he was happy..
To her, life without him didn't make much sense..life was passing by and day by day she was wishing he was out there, somewhere, looking for her, wondering about her, feeling that one day...but no. Not to her. It didn't matter any more. So, day in day out she lived her life as normal.Went to work, fed her cat, read a novel, thought about her life,and hoped... She didn't travel as much as she wanted to. In fact, since she left, there was hardly any time left for her to concentrate in travelling;or going out with somebody.The only thing she could think of was keeping up appearances. Pretending it didn't hurt as much when she was thinking of all the times she had spend with him.
Other times she got angry.Angry of the way he had treated her. All those nights she spend alone while he was away with some other fine woman or two. All the times he had promised her things and never kept to his words...all the times he made her cry and never turned back to say a comforting word so as to ease her pain or prevent her tears from surfacing.These times worthed nothing anymore. For they were the remains of a day that did not belong to any present circumstance.
She was alone...and he was still out there...