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That was the second time that I was taught that people never stay. Including myself. If everyone was going to leave, I had learned that I should be the first to go.
The bond we had at the trailer park, the late nights, all of it...it was gone, a dream.
So please don't judge me later in the story (because I judge myself and you very may well) that walking away was a learned behavior. Like using a fork when you eat or brushing your teeth in the morning.
As people came and went, I remembered the story of Sarah in the Old Testament of the Bible. She was warned not to turn back to see her old city or she would be turned to salt. But what did she do? She turned around and was turned in to a pillar of salt.
I learned to laugh at her and how soft she had been to do such a thing. I would never be like Sarah; I would never love something so much that I would allow it to hurt me.
Twice had been enough and the wisteria clogging up my heart was in full bloom.
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