The Don Who Never Meant What He Said
He looked at me, silent and aching with feeling, pouring all his endless love into me through his eyes.
And I looked at him, and not a single ripple moved in me.
A string stretched too tight snaps, and once it snaps, nothing puts it back together.
The love between him and me was like the child I never got to bring into the world.
It had died long ago, completely.
“Let go, Raphael.”
He froze, and the light in his eyes went out for good.
One finger at a time, I pried his hand open and took the divorce papers.
I didn't look at him again. I turned and went back to the studio.