He was watching the sunset, the sun going down. With every inch that sun moved down, his heart sank too. He could see the light fading, from the skies above and from the hopes inside. He could see the dust of defeat settling down in the realms of his heart.
Today she was going. Going away, from his life, from his time, from his ways, and probably from his sight too. He could not do anything. He couldn’t persuade her. He had tried. He went to her numerous times but he knew he was fighting a lost battle.
It didn’t have to turn up this way. He loved her. She loved him. Then why? Then how.
Ironically, He had realized that the love was already in the past tense and he himself used the term, “Loved” instead of “Love“.
Here is a beautiful Story, read It till the end..
I loved it, hope you’ll like it too! 🙂Remember the day, I borrowed your brand new car and dented it?
I thought you’d kill me, but you didn’t.
Remember that day, I vomited strawberry pie all over your new carpet?
I thought you’d hate me, but you didn’t.
Remember that day, I dragged you to the beach, and it really was raining as you said it would?
I though you’d say, “I told you so.”, but you didn’t.
Remember that day, I flirted with all the guys to make you jealous, and you really did get jealous?
I thought you’d leave me, but you didn’t.
Remember that day, I forgot to tell you that dance was formal wear, and you ended up wearing jeans?
I thought you’d abandon me, but you didn’t.
Yes, there were lots of things you didn’t do, but you put up with me, loved me, protected me.
There were lots and lots of things I wanted to make up to you, when you would return from Vietnam. But you didn’t.