Summary: Each day does end, but my love don't.
Author's Note: Coming home from a stressed yet enjoyable afternoon, I realized how wonderful love is (in an instant). How true love never ends is just so amazing. So this short story came up. Victoria's face is enlightening. And that beauty of her gave justice to what I was thinking.
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The sky turned orange. It was so beautiful. An exceptional kind of beauty formed by nature. As I walked pass the bricked floor with my joyous eyes fixed on the clouds, I remembered him. So before heading home, I sat on the steel bench, trying to reminisce the good, past times.
At mornings he would greet me with a handsome smile. His face would turn to a beautiful scenery as his eyes make the best two curves happily, with love. He wouldn't carry my bag like any other men do. Instead, he would grab my hand and hold it. In that way, I can feel that my heart is being carried too by his gentle, manly hands.
During breaks we don't eat together. I go with my friends while he'll stay somewhere comfortable and windy with his troop. They'll talk about games while we'll just sit around and laugh at random stories. Though not together, the silent wind helps us to hear the soft voices of each other. In that way, I can feel the words I love you sweetly said by him.
When lunch comes we would bid goodbye to each other in front of the gate. We would head to our own paths but the presence of our affection journeys the same road. He would then call me if I'm ready before the afternoon session starts. My every afternoon would start from his patient figure waiting at the gate. In that way, I can feel his heart connected to mine and by the simplest ways of his love for me, I become undeniably happy.
The whole day would end with either a smile or grin. Yet, we didn't practice to measure our feelings through our facial expressions. So we still love. And love itself is our only way of real communication. In that way, I can feel his whole being residing in me and as he smiles again with such pure love, my love for him continues.
Each day does end, but my love don't. I got up and saw another smile from him. I left my gaze on the darkening sky. I wish he is happy because I, on these solid grounds, is still affected by the true love of us.
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