By the River in SlynkycatRedux

It’s the end of the day and I’m walking by the river on my way home.
It’s cold but sunny. Clear and buzzing with the crowds enjoying the evening.
But I’m closed off from everyone else. My thoughts turning to her and our time together. And the times I held her when she cried. She didn’t cry much. And I was the reason sometimes. But I still remember a time months before she cheated, when we were together. We were in bed and for no reason at all she came to me and cried. I couldn’t get anything from her as to why. She cried and cried. And I held her and told her it would be okay. And pulled her tight and stroked her hair and felt the tears on my chest. And she asked me to stay and go with her to her company weekend away. And I said of course. And she began to stop crying. Even now I still don’t know why she was crying. Because we were parting or because she wanted someone else or because she didn’t know why.
I’m not sure if she’ll find another partner that will treat her like that. Another partner who didn’t care why but just wanted to make the tears go away for her and hold her and love her.
And I’m not sure I’ll ever find someone to feel about like that ever again.