“Are you going to be all right, Sheila?”
She nodded, trying to look and act brave when her heart was in pieces.
“You’re an incredible woman and we have enjoyed a wonderful relationship with each other but you want something which I can’t give you–marriage.”
“Maybe I’m rushing you,” she said. “We can wait if that’s what you want.”
He shook his head. “No, Sheila. It doesn’t matter how long we decide to wait. I can’t marry you.”
“Is it because your family doesn’t approve of me because I am Middle-Eastern?”
“My family doesn’t have a say in whom I date or marry.”
“If it isn’t your family, then what is it?”
“I care deeply for you, Sheila but I’m not in love with you. I believe that love should be one of the factors for a man and a woman getting married.”
It hurt to hear him say that he didn’t love her. She loved him. He was the man whom she wanted to spend the rest of her life with but, unfortunately, she wasn’t the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his with. “I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?” he asked.
She wiped the tears from her cheeks. “I hope you find your magic.”
He reached out and gently squeezed her hand. “Thank you, Sheila. I hope you find yours too.”
She wanted to tell him that she already had. “Thank you.”
“Will you be all right?”
“Yes.” She turned and looked out the window. She wouldn’t be all right for a very long time. “You can let me out here.”
He instructed the driver to stop. The car pulled over to the side of the curb. “Take care of yourself, Sheila.”
She smiled through the tears. “I will.”
“Are you sure I can’t give you a ride home?”
“No, thanks. I’ll be fine.”
“Goodbye, Declan.” She nearly choked over his name. She turned and pushed open the door. She closed the door and hurried away.
Declan watched her go, his expression sad. She truly was a phenomenal woman.
“Where to now, Sir?”
“To the shop. The Rolls should be ready by now. I can’t stand another minute in this jalopy.”
Fritz smiled. “Yes, Sir.”
She was in the tube now, leaning against the pole, fist pressed against her mouth as she tried to hold it together. She should have taken a cab and cry while she sat in the back seat. Now she had to hold it in until she got home. She meant it when she said she hoped he found what he was looking for. She loved him enough to want him to be happy even if it was with another woman.
“You cannot allow your heart to be pinned to the shirtsleeve of a man you are no longer in a relationship with. You cannot allow yourself to hold onto what needs to be let go of” – Marisa Donnelly
Source: Thought Catalog