Thursday 19 March 2015

for ever

He opened his wallet. There behind all the visiting and atm cards was a tissue kept well folded. His wallet was shabby, crushed notes, worn and torn cards but this piece of tissue kept well folded. He took it out with at most care. He held it like a new born baby. He opened the tissue to c the mark of those pink lips. Tears ran down his eye. The mark of a kiss in pink. So perfectly imprinted on the tissue. He held it close to his heart. As tears ran down his cheek to his well fitted shirt, he remembered the time he spent with her. It was sure he missed her.
He thought about her smile and even when tears filled his eye. He smiled he held the tissue closer to his heart. He could hear her call him, he turned back with joy, just like a kid who had heard an ice cream van come, to soon realise it was the voice inside his head. The voice of her laughter lingered around his ear. He missed even more. He placed the tissue back in his wallet.that at was the only way he carried a piece of her everywhere he went.
He sat on his bed. The clock struk 10:45pm .he realised yet another day has gone by without her. And thoughts of her kept him awake. He had lost his most treasured blessing. He couldn’t sleep that night.
He is not bitter any more, he knew what he had was real, he hoped to see her at some point of time in future and smile at her with joy and think of days how they spent time walking through the roads, talking about everything under the sun, holding hands, learning from each other laughing out loud and growing in love.
Best love is the kind of loves that enlightens your soul, uproots you from the entire world and makes you want more .it sets a flame in your heart and give peace to the mind and soul. That was what they had. That was what she had given him that is what he gave her back and hoped to give for ever


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