My name is Alexis. Who am I? I am just another love victim of the case of the ‘perfect relationship that failed’. The love of my life is named Derek or so I thought he was. He unceremoniously dumped me. I believed we were doing fine, but he tells me one day that he cannot stay in the relationship due to some unforeseen circumstances. What would was so unforeseen? Don’t freak me out. Well, this has to end.
End it did. We remained friends, for the next few years. The few years were good. He called to say hi and to consult me on some problems he faced. At least I still existed in his life. In June 2007, that was the last I heard from him. I tried my best to send my greetings to him in 2008, but it failed with no avail.
He was just another guy, another jerk more like it. Who said saying goodbye was just an expression to say farewell and we shall meet again? It should actually mean goodbye, I wish you well and farewell, period.
I shall carry the flower for one last day and after that day is up, it shall be left to float on
Lys River. The flower represents my love, which I have kept preserved all this years in an undying devotion of love and patience. There is this reluctant feeling to drop the flower. There are tears which follow soon after. The drops trickle down my checks, down the river.
Love, A
“Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go”
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