He Pushed Me and Im Glad He did

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
The aftermath of a breakup and the metaphor of getting over it.

Submitted: November 15, 2015

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Submitted: November 15, 2015



~~It was like I was falling. As if he pushed me. Like he pushed me off and let me fall with hope that I would find my way to the bottom and be okay. I struggled to adapt at first but then, once I felt the comfort of air supporting me, I felt free to let go. Now here I am falling. Mid-air, and I can’t think of anything. I can’t find the words to say. I can’t scream for help and I don’t know who would hear me. All I am is a piece of air moving fast, being pushed, and without a world.

He pushed me and I am glad he did. I’m glad he made me free fall. He just meant to push me across the dark and onto new land, on to new life and help me cross. To help me recover from him and us.

Letting go was my new world. My dark, my escape. It helped me cross, helped me recover. Letting go was a long fall, but then he found me again, at the bottom. He helped me climb back up. He let me go on the other side. He told me he would help me climb out of the rest of the holes I’d fall into.

He pushed me and I am glad he did.

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