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When Love Happens
Looking down at the dusty pavements he spoke into the phone and said “I’m sorry.”
‘Thank you for the times we had together.’ she replied.
The man she loved is with another woman. It was his happiness she hoped for, nothing much, nothing less. A selfless love.
If they never met, she would have never knew. How much could one’s sense be aware. One word that brings ecstasy, one word that brings tears to her eyes, one word that rips the heart apart.
Has he finally gotten his love right?
She hoped for the woman to treat him as she would have. Hold on tight as she would to her teddy bear at night. Give him the love he deserves, because that is how lucky she could get.
This girl had one last thing to do. To tell him she was grateful. She wrote him a love song and recorded it. Sent it to him, wishing he would listen for just one time. It was enough for her.
Not knowing what was in the disc, he brought it along with him in the car. With the woman by his side, he played the song. Words conveyed to him were beautiful.
He realized he lost what he had found precious. Just that one irreplaceable moment was sufficient.
Hoping it still wasn’t too late. The other woman was left behind. Going as fast as he could, driving back to beloved whom he shared his cherished moments with.
A faint light lit up at the end.
Stuck in a dark place, he didn’t know where he was. A world embraced with darkness.
The sound of a silent weep. The sound of guilt. The sound of blame. The sound of pain.
All was heard when light couldn’t be seen. Be strong beloved, for one day he’ll be back. Karma as it was, as it could be. Whether he would stay in slumber or awake is up to him.
She wasn’t able to do anything but wait. And that was what she did for years. Praying for the day, they would be reunited.
-- A.
Wednesday, July 08, 09
Labels: literature, when love happens
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