Our lives once resembled a fictional love
story. You know those stories you see on an overstretched canvas with glowing
skin and parting lips as lovers exchange affections. In theatres, audiences are
wide-eyed and grinning, staring at the successions of movements, stupefied and
absorbing this portrayal of “true love”.
Retrospectively, we emulated those wide screen
romances. We had our love letters and songs, phone calls and e-mails; we
exhausted all of our resources with the sole intention to shout out across this
vast and expanding world, those three famous words: “I Love You!” Our love
persisted, overcoming long distances and lack of engagement. I would daydream
of the day you and I would reunite in a home of our own. I saw our picturesque
lifestyle unfold in my mind while I drew hearts around your name in my paperback
notebook.
But now I see that all of this was a farce,
a hoax, a dream of happily ever after that obviously could not match up with
reality. We grew apart. You have your band and I found a new man... perhaps this one will be worth dreaming for.
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