There is a moment just as she goes away that you are pulled after her. Your feet lift to follow, and your body leans to start the pace to go after. Pulled by some force, something almost magnetic, irresistible, impossible to describe and yet absolutely real. Your mouth goes to tell her you will go with her, no matter how unreasonable and unrealistic it may be for that to happen at the time.

Then there is a moment later an ache in the chest, a pain in the heart when you know that you are now apart and that you will be for some unknown duration. Your mind is filled with the images of her just as she was in the moment before she was gone. All of you races and stretches to hope and wish to be in that moment again. So many things scan through your thoughts all the sacrifices you would make, all the things you would give up to be in that moment again.

The pain no more deminished still stabbing your chest prompts thought. The fears wether rational or not creep in about her and you and what you mean to each other. That same heart so gently wounded at her departure imagines its worst fear as an instant of revenge on both itself and her for the slight.

When some manner of proper reason returns to it in only a moment, it regrets that revenge and sorrow pours in again, for both her going and it’s deception of itself.