Soon enough we became very good friends revealing all secrets and expressing all sentiments. We have developed a very strong bond, a relationship more than friendship. Throughout the day we hang out together, we dine together, we walk together and as well in the evening we bridge and communicate through social networks and phone calls. Anything and everything became the subject of our talk and we talk and talk and talk but our words never ended and our dialogues never hushed. Singing songs of happiness, telling bedtime stories and buzzing wake-up calls has become our daily routine. It was such a heavenly care, our sole entertainer.
Nevertheless her love
for Jack was not replaceable, she had so much of memory that she cannot erase.
She frequently talks about Jack and told me many things bit by bit. I was not
very used to her being quite when we are together, but I realized that she was
just being too quite one evening. At the risk of bothering her, I asked her how
was everything. “Okay, everything is fine” she said. But after sometime she
stopped walking. “David” she said, calling my name softly. I stopped walking
and turned to face her. “What is it?” I asked.
“I.....” she started. “I
saw Jack this morning” she said. Her voice softened at the mention of him. She
looked down to her wrist watch, I drew on her hand the other day and she spoke,
as if holding a deep thought of him. I had thought it had gone but there it was
the same soft tone of voice when she spoke of him. Never gone
Jackson, I know him quite
well. The only guy I envy is him, neither because of his abilities nor his
physical looks or anything else but for she is madly in love with him. So day
after day our togetherness has rooted a feeling in me that without her around I
feel so empty and incomplete. And every time she mentions his name, my heart
skips a beat. My deep sympathy and mercy over her broken love gave birth to unflagging
feelings, a constant need to see her and be with her. I wonder how I could fall
for her knowing all about her love.
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I have resisted the
urge to tell her few things for a long time for her frequent mention of Jake. She
addresses him with his pet name (“I saw Jack”) while calling me by my full name
has highlighted why I cannot replace him. However, every glance at her gives me
a new meaning to beauty and every minute with her gives a new insight to love.
I did not ask about Jackson anymore after that. I even began to forget there
was ever anyone named Jackson in her life, in her life before we met. And of
the privileges that she gave me and made me feel, I went on forgetting while my
love for her grew deeper and deeper.
Her tiny little eyes
are noble as pearls and her brown hair reminds me of the dawn, the perfect
curtains to protect my dream from light. My heart couldn't withstand the ever
crashing oceanic waves of love if not pacified through words. Thus I penned
down the breathing of my heart and lettered my intention.
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Nice post!
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