Sitting at my desk, a lady approached me. Her short white hair waving through the wind from her walk. She came up to me, extending a broad smile, asking where she might find the earliest open physician. Realizing that she has been the first person I've to talk to since I started my 12 hour shift, I introduced myself.
I watched her face, her eyes catching a glimmer of sudden intrigue and her eyebrows in high arches.
"Who has the other half?" she said referring to my necklace as she tried to hide a smirk. I remember a gold chain with a matching charm, dented at the bottom point of the heart hanging around my neck.
Her eyes shining and her expecting smile waiting for a name that might carry significance, a name that encapsulated long-desired lover and best friend. Someone I would have been dating for months or years. A person that I would say the name of in the expectation that I could share memories of an awkward first kiss and an incredible first date. A man that I could share a picture of with his arm around my waist and my head tilted looking up at his face. Gitty, at the thought of who might be the man that must have given me this necklace. A man that I have been waiting for. A man, who believed I was worth the risk and chose me-- and continues to choose me every. Single. Day.
"My sister" I said looking down, sparing myself the disappointment that must have projected onto her face. I look back up at her, greeted by a reaction that expressed how sweet it must be knowing that two sisters are currently wearing matching half-heart necklaces. She responses with a sweet smile, kind and reassuring.
"Oh, how cute" she said softly, "Thank you so much for your help. I hope you have a fantastic day!"
"Thank you, " I said going back to writing the fictional short stories I distract my mind with.
"Thank you, " I said going back to writing the fictional short stories I distract my mind with.
