I Don't Know

A Story by Amy J

'I don't see how this is going to affect my life in the slightest, I really don't, it doesn't matter to me at all, yet it's taking up so much of my time and I just don't care, and recently you've been talking about following your heart and doing what makes you happy and to be quite honest, I just don't want to do it anymore.'

He let the words sit like raindrops in a puddle, filtering through my brain. And then finally he spoke again, 'so what do you think?'

To lessen the feeling of loneliness I stared down at my two feet walking side by side in the darkness, listening to the crackle of silence on the other end of the phone, my eyes were open but only to let the blackness in. I tried to form some sort of inspirational quote or motivational remark but deep down I knew where his heart was at, so I gave him the words, the only words I could seem to find, the words engrained across my mind, the words of tired desperation, 'I don't know.' Although these words seemed unthoughtful, meaningless, apathetic; the sentiment was quite the opposite. I hoped he knew that.