On the Bridge

And like a fool she ran to the man she loved. Bare feet on the burning rocks and crying, she ran like the wind. Hoping he'd still be at the bus stop.
But she was too late,
Or so she thought...
He wrote to her; Meet me at the bridge.
Her feet were sore, and her heart broken.
Hesitant, she returned home. Lying on the stairs were three roses and a note: You're Free, with a heart drawn on a piece of paper.

No man on this planet could ever love her the way he did. And the thought of losing him killed her inside, no matter how hard she tried to fight it.

She went back to the bridge, then back to the bus stop. Once again, no sign of him.
But there he was, the other side of the street.
When he saw her, he immediately looked away, begging her to leave.
He said: I've been waiting for you to come. But I gave up hope of seeing you again. This is for you.

He holds out a letter he was writing for himself.

He wrote:
I'll never see her smile
I'll never hear her laugh
I'll never stare into her eyes
I'll never hear her say I love you
I'll never be her man
and he underlined; I will be waiting.

He looked at her before getting in the bus and said:
We'll speak again. Someday soon.

Right now she's home alone, writing a stupid story about a man she pushed away.