She stood there staring at the abyss of darkness of darkness that lay in front of her. The stains on her face gave her tears away, the tears she was trying so hard to contain, she tried so hard to hide. But now she wasn’t able to contain them anymore.
Though it was her decision to call it quits, then why was she having so much difficulty in coming to terms with a decision she made? Why was it so difficult to accept it and move on? After all what use is love of you had to work to sustain it, and love didn’t come easy?
A part of her told her this was the right thing to do as things weren’t quite working out, no matter how hard they had tried, and they had tried.
But then there was a part of her that longed for him. That longed for his touch, to feel him, to hear him, to have his arm wrapped around her, protectively.
All this was not possible, no matter how hard and desperately she wanted him. She spoke at length with him and trying to reason out why they should be together. But no matter what she said she couldn’t convince him, he was right in not wanting to get back together, cause they had given their relationship their bestest, and it didn’t work. They were two different people, and it was really hard to overcome this differences. So it was best to go their own way and put an end to being touch, as it would only bring them more pain.
She couldn’t bring herself to curse his nam, cause he had never given her any reasons to do so. He was kind and tender and loving soul, always respectful towards. Her only complaint being is that he could never understand her.
Although her friends keep telling her that life would go on, time would her get over him, but she couldn’t help herself and think of him, wondering if her was thinking of her too, I he was missing her as much as she missed him.
How she wished she could do a Clementine and wipe out them from her memory. Thinking of him brought her pain and she had come to a point where she felt she couldn’t take the pain any longer. But this memories that she had of them was something she treasured.
How she wished she could just close her eyes and never wake up, let nature take its course, cause she could never get herself to do it.
She felt she had hit the lowest point in the relationship, the lowest point of her life. Now the only way was picking herself back up. She had no intention of digging herself into the ground.
So she wiped of her tears, and went to bathroom to wash her away the ones that had stained her face. She needed to pick herself up and move on. Pick up the pieces of her broken heart and mend it and he’s.
As she was washed her face, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She had always been strong and beautiful and kind. She stared into her beautiful piercings eyes wondering if she would ever see him again, would she ever fall in love again?
As she slowly wiped her face, she whispered , “Goodbye my Love, till we meet again. Till see you in Montauk!”
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