Tuesday, August 24
as the rain continued to pour outside his bedroom window, he tried to reach into his memories. trying to just remember her face. but it all seemed so distant. and blurry. he couldn't even see her face is his mind anymore. had it been that long? it had only been a year after all... but why couldn't he just see her face? as he struggled to pick up the forgotten pieces of his memories, he recalled a time that has long since come to pass.
times when every passing minute seemed to mean everything. when they had met incidentally, their eyes seemed to meet for a fleeting moment before they both wandered to the floor, their nails, anything. it's funny how you remember all those little things, like the way she did her hair, her clothes, the way she stood, like a heron in the sunlight. but her face was nothing but a vague memory. the times he had spent with her was so distant now. he had regretted many things... like not telling her how he felt before she left. but now he guessed it was too late. it wasn't exactly the end of the world when she left.
she was leaving to study abroad, to pursue her dream. to gain knowledge. why was that so hard to understand? as she told him of her departure, the silence that followed seemed endless. at last, he found his voice and asked "when?" "tomorrow." another awkward silence. he wished he could've said something, anything, before she turned and walked away. he was left there, standing on the sidewalk as he watched her silhouette disappear with the setting sun. it didn't even rain either. even nature had forsaken him. why? why?! a little bit of thunder and lightning would've been perfect. sometimes you wish your life was like the movies, when the violins started to play and rain poured whenever someone had his/her heart broken. but this was not to be. he sighed a long sigh and turned down the road, leaving the fragments of his happiness behind.
the days turned into weeks, the weeks into months, the months into a year.
he had received news from a friend studying at the same university she was, that she was seeing someone else. it came unexpectedly, on a seemingly peaceful night when the moon was shining and the sound of crickets filled the air. but then again, you couldn't expect someone to wait forever when you didn't even tell her how you felt. he felt so worthless then. as long as she was happy he guessed. he felt depressed for awhile. he couldn't even bring himself to call her, to confirm if it was true. as the days passed, news came again that she had turned the guy down. joy filled him again. he knew it was wrong, gaining happiness from other people's misfortune, but he was too happy to think about that now. then he remembered something.
something he had given her a long time ago. he had waited in the rain for over an hour to give it to her. something he had picked up on his travels. a piece of lapis lazuli, pinkish in color. he saw it in a shop one day, while he was on holiday. it was sparkling in the sun, and seemed befitting for her too, the way she stood in the sunlight was simply mesmerizing. they had met again the night after he had given it to her, and she had hung it on her phone so that whenever he called she would see it. he wandered if she still had it.
as the years continued to pass, his memories became even more vague, so vague he couldn't even remember those happy times they had spent together.
5 years had passed. as he sat on the sidewalk where they had parted ways so long ago, everything seemed to come flying back. the smiles, the laughs, the times they had spent together. but her face remained a constant blur in his mind. he wished he could see her, that he could tell her how he felt. as he sighed painfully, he got up to leave. at that moment, his phone rang. an unfamiliar number popped up on the screen. he wandered who it was, and cursed the bad timing of the phone call. as he was going to answer it, the ringing stopped. suddenly, he heard a voice that had eluded him over the years. a voice that was to be calling his name. as he turned to look, the vague image in his mind turned into a vivid potrait of her face. every dimple, every strain of hair, her smile, her beautiful eyes, everything. she stood there before him, like a ghost from a time long forgotten, the familiar jewel, hanging from the phone that she clutched in her small hands. sparkling in the sun. sparkling as bright as she did. as they embraced, he whispered the words that he had meant to say to her all those years ago.
and at that moment, all was right with the world.
~fin~
inspired by brokenrice and a slight bout of depression. enjoy. ^^
times when every passing minute seemed to mean everything. when they had met incidentally, their eyes seemed to meet for a fleeting moment before they both wandered to the floor, their nails, anything. it's funny how you remember all those little things, like the way she did her hair, her clothes, the way she stood, like a heron in the sunlight. but her face was nothing but a vague memory. the times he had spent with her was so distant now. he had regretted many things... like not telling her how he felt before she left. but now he guessed it was too late. it wasn't exactly the end of the world when she left.
she was leaving to study abroad, to pursue her dream. to gain knowledge. why was that so hard to understand? as she told him of her departure, the silence that followed seemed endless. at last, he found his voice and asked "when?" "tomorrow." another awkward silence. he wished he could've said something, anything, before she turned and walked away. he was left there, standing on the sidewalk as he watched her silhouette disappear with the setting sun. it didn't even rain either. even nature had forsaken him. why? why?! a little bit of thunder and lightning would've been perfect. sometimes you wish your life was like the movies, when the violins started to play and rain poured whenever someone had his/her heart broken. but this was not to be. he sighed a long sigh and turned down the road, leaving the fragments of his happiness behind.
the days turned into weeks, the weeks into months, the months into a year.
he had received news from a friend studying at the same university she was, that she was seeing someone else. it came unexpectedly, on a seemingly peaceful night when the moon was shining and the sound of crickets filled the air. but then again, you couldn't expect someone to wait forever when you didn't even tell her how you felt. he felt so worthless then. as long as she was happy he guessed. he felt depressed for awhile. he couldn't even bring himself to call her, to confirm if it was true. as the days passed, news came again that she had turned the guy down. joy filled him again. he knew it was wrong, gaining happiness from other people's misfortune, but he was too happy to think about that now. then he remembered something.
something he had given her a long time ago. he had waited in the rain for over an hour to give it to her. something he had picked up on his travels. a piece of lapis lazuli, pinkish in color. he saw it in a shop one day, while he was on holiday. it was sparkling in the sun, and seemed befitting for her too, the way she stood in the sunlight was simply mesmerizing. they had met again the night after he had given it to her, and she had hung it on her phone so that whenever he called she would see it. he wandered if she still had it.
as the years continued to pass, his memories became even more vague, so vague he couldn't even remember those happy times they had spent together.
5 years had passed. as he sat on the sidewalk where they had parted ways so long ago, everything seemed to come flying back. the smiles, the laughs, the times they had spent together. but her face remained a constant blur in his mind. he wished he could see her, that he could tell her how he felt. as he sighed painfully, he got up to leave. at that moment, his phone rang. an unfamiliar number popped up on the screen. he wandered who it was, and cursed the bad timing of the phone call. as he was going to answer it, the ringing stopped. suddenly, he heard a voice that had eluded him over the years. a voice that was to be calling his name. as he turned to look, the vague image in his mind turned into a vivid potrait of her face. every dimple, every strain of hair, her smile, her beautiful eyes, everything. she stood there before him, like a ghost from a time long forgotten, the familiar jewel, hanging from the phone that she clutched in her small hands. sparkling in the sun. sparkling as bright as she did. as they embraced, he whispered the words that he had meant to say to her all those years ago.
and at that moment, all was right with the world.
~fin~
inspired by brokenrice and a slight bout of depression. enjoy. ^^
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