Looking Back
I was on my way back.
The night was silent and no sound could be heard other than the monotonous tune of the mating crickets. If I remember correctly, it was right here when I confessed to her. The rain ruined my moment, but she got up to her tip-toed feet and kissed me up front. Her perfect soft lips, the aftertaste of cherry, her hand cuddling my left ear, it felt only yesterday when everything was in their right place.
The trees were still the same, tall and full of leaves moving one with the direction of the wind. The lake beside the gravel road where we first held hands was also the same. Everything was at peace. I would close my eyes and feel just how safe I am despite being alone. I smiled and looked at the infinite stretch of stars that filled the sky.
Like a distant dream, the feeling of what was once there lingered within me as each memory flashed through my eyes. I was almost there. I could see the moon, bright and ever beautiful, directly up ahead.
I sat on the grass as soon as I got there.
“It’s been three years already,” I said to myself. “I wish you’re here.”
I was waiting for a reply that would never come. I lit a candle in memory of her and lay there, watching it slowly burn. The flame danced within the grasp of my sight, and I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up on her lap. She was caressing my cheek while running her fingers through mine, back and forth. I smiled and returned her affection by caressing hers. “I won’t be here too long,” I whispered. She then kissed my lips.
And in a minute too soon, I was again on my way back.
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