julia awoke early this morning. it was barely dawn when sleep betrayed her, leaving her alone in the early hours just before dawn. she had quickly learned to despise the sunrise and you would too if you were trapped in her mind and were sentenced to face the reality that had become her life.

she had been seeing him for a little over five years. he said that he’d never been so happy, but julia lived with the fear that one day he’d realize that he was in love with a girl who wanted to give him so much more than she was capable of giving.

she remembered the morning that he walked into her bedroom and kissed her forehead. “you said we had never seen a sunrise together. come with me, because the morning is waiting for us.”

julia shook off sleep–still drunk from a night of tears.

she followed him as he led her outside to the patio they once shared. the sun peaked above the sunrise as he asked, “isn’t it beautiful, baby?” she was too busy looking at him basking in the light of the new morning to see anything but his face.

“yes, sweetheart, it is. let’s stay here forever”, she replied.

he stood awkwardly for a moment before thanking her for the letter she had conspicuously left on his doorstep the night before…the very letter that had led to the morning’s events.

with nothing more than a smile and a tear he was walking away.

julia pleaded, “please don’t go. the moment has passed us by too quickly.”

“we’ve had the sweetest of lives together, but you’ve chosen a life without me and i can’t go back” he replied.

his resolve was what had first attracted her to him and now it had quickly become the force that had driven them apart, the very knife lodged in her heart, the taunting period at the end of their life’s story.

and this is why julia had learned to hate the morning…