On Tuesdays, I am going to post some creative writing. I’ll take the lyrics of a song each week and create a story from them. Sometimes I may tell you the song, sometimes not. I’m not sure about that yet. Comments always welcome. The idea is to get some writing practice. The Friday blog will be about writing skills and techniques.

Here’s today’s story:

I played the message again. I couldn’t bring myself to delete it. What do you mean, you don’t want to see me? You know I love you. I’ll do anything for you.

It’s been a week now and I’ve been leaving messages every day but you don’t return my calls. Then when you do, you say you don’t need me anymore. I can’t believe that. What does that mean, anyway? You don’t need me anymore? Don’t you want me by your side? Don’t you want me there, loving you?

It’s been five years since we got together. Five years of happiness. When I met you you were no-one to me, just a casual fling with a waitress. I enjoyed our time together. You grew on me. I was so busy running the company and you were my fun, my escape. I grew to love you quickly. We spent every spare hour together.

I helped you get your career going really, didn’t I? Look at you now, so successful. It was me that spotted your talent and got you on the first rung of the ladder. Now you throw it back in my face. It’s going to be no good changing your mind, you know. It’ll be too late then, when you find that you need me after all. I’ll be gone and we’ll both be sorry.

The phone rang and I picked up quickly.

I gulped. “Hi, how are you?”

I hear your soft tones. “We’ve had five years of good times.” There’s sadness in your voice. “I still love you, but I need to move on. I need to live life on my own.”

I start to cry. “I can’t believe it. You’re actually leaving me. I’ve done so much for you. I need you.”

I hear a soft click on the line. You are gone.