Hall

[|A Little Bit Stronger] by Sara Evans

I looked at the radio in the car and the time said 3:20. We were sitting in the car silent, it felt like forever. The day before we got in this big fight but I thought everything was fine. It was honestly a stupid fight but I guess he was still upset about it. Jordan took a left turn onto a road that looked stranded. “Are we going back to the apartment?” I quickly asked Jordan. “Yeah I guess.” He said. “Well, this isn't the way” I said. "It's a shortcut." We rode in the car for about twenty minutes until we got into Raleigh. Jordan got of the car first and then I followed him up the stairs to the door. He seemed really upset so I didn’t bother him. When we got inside he just walked into the living room and started watching t.v. “Are we going out to eat or eating here?” I asked quietly. “I don’t care Keri, do whatever you want.” He started yelling. “Okay, what is wrong with you?” “You know what I’m tired of this I’m done. Were done. I can’t take you hassling me anymore!” I couldn't lose him. He was my life, we had been together for 3 years and he's never been like this. “What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything!” I said crying. “I’m just done. We argue all the time and I can't take this anymore. I'm going to cool off, I’ll be back later to get my stuff.” And just like that he was gone. “Jordan please don’t leave!” I said as he slammed the door shut.

I stood there for about fifteen minutes wondering what just happened. I didn't know what to do, do i stand there? Do I run out the door after him? This couldn't be the end. IT COULDN'T I thought to myself. I picked myself up, got mad, and started packing his stuff up. I threw everything in boxes and then threw them out the door. Then, they were just sitting out in the hall, so i decided to move them outside. I wanted to ruin everything. I decided to drive to my best friends house. When i got there I told her what happened, and she was so angry at him. I needed some time to myself, so I walked in her back yard and burned some things; clothes, pictures, trophies, anything that mattered to him I tossed it and burned it. Just like he burned a whole in my heart by walking out.

He’s been gone a month now and it still hurts. Every time I do something it reminds me of him. I cry all the time and I try to pick myself up. Sometimes i'm okay, but other times its hard.

I wondered what would happened if I ever saw him again. I hope that I don't, but then again I would just like to talk to him. Just to see how he's doing. I'm sure i'll see him one day, but hopefully when that day comes i'll be okay.