Posy Plumes
I remember the first time I saw you, your straight blond hair down on your waist, your gorgeous face seems like searching somewhere in the fog, the earth laid with dawn-tinted tulips. This is your favorite time. You are sitting on a long white bench wishing for someone to put his arms around your shoulder and so you were there tried to remain calm, entering deep into solitude. With the look on your face I knew I had the right to share the depth of your being. Thank you for permitting me to share with your solitariness and so we continue to see each other often. It also became my favorite hour. There were nights when I couldn’t sleep after our first encounter. I can’t imagine I have someone so sensible as you. Whenever I am with you, it appears as if everything is alright and I am unaffected of my alcoholic father and my broken family. To sooth away the pain you told me about the extant heaven chase by singing your favorite line…Don’t lose your way with each passing day, you’ve come so far don’t throw it away, live believing dreams are for weeping wonders are waiting to start…after that, I would figure out that I have overcome the intense pain inside.
When I have reached 21 years old, with your help, I have found some answers to my questions. As we continue our path to maturity, I’ve realized that you are the only person that matters to me. I guessed I have a crush on you. When I secure my heart and take the gait, you forbid me to continue. You never explained why neither have I asked your excuse. Days passed, I can’t count the hours I hunted to discover the paradox. I can’t bear the pain in my chest when I’m confronted with the issue of you leaving me. You gave me your golden locket and utter your final goodbye. When will I again hear your voice? I cried, for I can’t face the thought of you leaving me. It is enervating to imagine that you’d be gone forever. Day by day my belief of the extant heaven is becoming influential.
Years passed, I have take up a degree in law. I could still not erase the memories that stuck in my mind. I miss you Ethel, do you also miss me? There is a part of me that still grieved. It’s so hard to pretend that we never had met. Before I give in to the consent of my friends of letting you go, I want you to know the truth you never did realized, I am so grateful to have you as a gift. You are cherished and loved. You are a rare creature. Why did you hide me your case? You’ve been selfish enough not to share the pain with me, your best friend. Your egotistical basis of strength that never tire me made me admired you more of putting enough faith in the process. It’s hard to think of our love gone before our eyes and knew that I can’t do anything about it, it is heartbreaking to remember the way we once were from what we are now. It is buried pit in my soul.
In the midst of tranquility, I can’t stand the injustice charged on my existence. I find myself guilty of letting you leave and start to arrange the wedding with Karen for she waited long enough for my decision. Everybody, almost the whole village greeted me with their best good lucks.
To love a person is to vowed that we should love her or him “for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, till death do us part”, Karen reminded me. Do I really care for her? :You still have time to think”, she resolved. I cannot roll back the hands of the clock, I must decide well. I find the right words to tell her, I kissed her in the forehead and leave. There is nothing to regret upon for I would betray my old friend but honestly there is also a part of me that agonized.
Morning must have dawned. I at once run on the place where we used to see each other and sit on the dull colored bench. I assure that you also missed this world like the way I long for your company. Wherever you are, I am certain that I will still see you on the next life. As I opened the locket that you gave me and persist to recollect…a shadow approach me, blood spread over the dull painted bench. Heaven chooses me rather than my alcoholic father. The townspeople mourn of my mortal disappearance. My family and the people found a piece of paper written with a message…Now Ethel, I can reach you with my hands, my soul and yours are now united. I have waited long for this hour. Till death and eternal life—Gary.