He kissed me in the cold of the Swiss Alps.
Hasty and tasteless, brazen.
Everything embodied, the independent, powerful, young woman, ruined.
The cable cars rattled and creaked in the distance, icy waters lapped against the banks serenely.
But a storm brewed in my heart.
Where had the strength and self-sufficiency gone? All that remained was the brittle shell of a lost girl.
Pleas across the pond dissipated within arm’s reach, too weak, too feeble to make it far.
And in the end, a love lost only for lessons to be learned.