The Rock

   She sat on the rock, their rock.  The rock they had sat on together.  The rock no one else knew about.  Everyone knew about the river, it ran straight through town, but no one knew about their rock- except them.  It was not a very big rock, and it wasn't anything attention grabbing, but it was enough... it had been enough for them.  Their first kiss had been on this rock, this is where they came when they resolved their arguements, this is where they had come to sit quietly next to each other.  Just the river singing its song, the birds singing theirs, the trees reaching for the sky, and their rock.
   But it had stopped being enough.  She could no longer make him happy.  She willed herself to cry, but she couldn't.  She could feel the tears waiting to come out, but they couldn't.  Every time she heard his voice, or heard his name, or dreamed of his arms around her she only wanted to laugh.  The thought of him still filled her with a joy she could not quench.
   She ran her fingers over the smooth surface of the rock, reliving every conversation they had had together.  She had never felt so comfortable.  And she didn't regret opening herself up to him.  She could never regret those hours of her life she had given freely to him.
   What hurt her the most, is that she doesn't know what he thinks of her now.  Does he regret her?  The unanswered questions she has are the things keeping her up at night.  The moments she wants to run to him about she has to keep quietly to herself.
   And when she's scared, there's no one to tell her everything is going to be ok.
   She let her fingers drop into the cool water of the river.  She closed her eyes and felt the sun on her back.  Then she stood and walked away.

   Leaving everything but his memory behind.