The Fireside

It was perfect. I had everything that I have ever wanted. I had my friends, my family, and I had David. David was in my life and I was happy. We were happy.
We would talk for countless hours on the phone and never have an awkward silence. I never thought that perfect could end. Maybe my perceptions are blinding me again.
Who was that on the phone? David? Mama was very inquisitive. Mama knows everything.
All that was perfect would be perfect no longer after the quiet night at the bonfire. You know what I'm going to say don't you, David let those damn words slip sweetly and swiftly out through those rosy lips one too many times, you know why we're having this conversation don't you?
I knew.
I knew what he was thinking. I could read him like an open book lying on the table under a magnifying glass. He had a way of letting people know what he was going to say without even saying it, as if he were trying to shield himself from the backlash of his words. That wouldn't happen if he never said anything.
David was my star. My happy shining smiling funny ticklish star. Now he is someone else's star.
I sat by the bonfire and I was furious. I was furious to cover up the sadness that really lied behind my eyes. You could have seen the flames reflected within my eyes if I was nowhere near the fire. Where did we go wrong?
Emotionless he told me goodbye, and even to this day I'm really not sure why. Happy ever after is the page he ripped out.
I got up from the fireside and went home to the comfort of my own bed, crawled into a ball beneath my electric blanket and I cried.