A Life Time
A ring, placed faithfully on the forth finger of her left hand, because a vein connected that finger directly to the heart. A vow, pronounced by her one and only, as he bent down on a knee and held out a ring. A promise, that they will grow old together, and love each other for a life time
She smiled.
He planted a gentle kiss on her head, sniffing through her hair and drenching himself in her familiar scent. Their fingers entwined, resting her head upon his chest, she listened to his heart beating steadily. Rain tapped gently on the window, forming a nice harmony to his heart’s melody.
they both savoured this moment. Taking a snap shot of this frame and sealing it in a jar, then burying it in the backyard for yourself to find years later, if possible.
She squeezed her boyfriend – now fiancé’s hand a little tighter, afraid to let go, as if the second that she did, something would fly away into the distance and disappear.
He caught her slight movement and held her a little closer, sharing no words on this stormy night.
Deep down, they both feared tomorrow. She feared the sound of him starting the car; she feared the sight of the sign that read “international departures”; she feared the time when she has to kiss him goodbye, when she has to cross her fingers and wish for his return.
But that time must come.
She stood inches away from him, her sorrow-filled eyes glancing up to meet his. The world rushed on around them.
He cupped her cheeks in his strong hands, pushing his lips against hers as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The tears that had been wondering in her sockets finally made their way down.
Her senses abandoned their defenses. All other thoughts, all other feelings were forgotten. Only one remained.
“Promise you’ll come back,” she whispered.
He hesitated, but nodded.
With a swift and tender smile, he turned and stepped out of your little atmosphere.
She inked his figure into her head. His broad shoulders and short slick blond hair. His camouflaged jacket and black combat boots.
Her solider, had gone off to war.
It was a foggy March morning.
She put on her fuzzy sweater and headed out to the mail box. The whether sent chills down her spine. Returning with a pile of mail and advertisements, she tossed the stash lazily on the kitchen counter and pored herself a mug of coffee.
The sight of the mug lifted the corners of her lips. The last time she had gone to Disneyland her fiancé, they had gotten their pictures printed on mugs. She remembered when she forced him to wear that headband with Micky Mouse ears on them. A giggle escaped her lips.
She reached out for the first letter and tore the envelope apart as neatly as possible. She froze with her mug meeting her lips.
Her dark pupils danced fiercely from line to line, eyes wide open, and brows drawn into two hard black lines.
her eyes settled on that last period of the last word on the letter. Mouth cracked open, lips trembling, all her senses were gone.
Gravity won against her force, the mug fell freely onto the pale flooring of the kitchen. With a “bang” that strangely she did not hear, it shattered into pieces. Dark brown liquid rushed out through its broken pieces in all directions, like imprisoned beasts finally gaining freedom.
Her legs failed to carry her as she leaned all her weight onto the counter and slid down until she was sitting on the ground. Her legs close as she buried her face in her knees.
Tears refused to fall. Her hands fell senselessly beside her. Her thumb met that diamond on her forth finger.
“You promised you’ll come back,” her voice was high-pitched and shaky, “you promised me…”
For a long time, the light of that candle has flickered, threatening to disappear.
It wasn’t until this final moment, when a rush of wind put out that life changing warmth, did you come to realize. He was the only source of light in your world, the only candle that lit up you dark room filled with uncertainty.
The only thing that remained now was the wire of smoke extended form the dead string of the candle, swirling and disappearing.
“You promised me a life time.”
A ring, placed faithfully on the forth finger of her left hand, because a vein connected that finger directly to the heart. A vow, pronounced by her one and only, as he bent down on a knee and held out a ring. A promise, that they will grow old together, and love each other for a life time
She smiled.
He planted a gentle kiss on her head, sniffing through her hair and drenching himself in her familiar scent. Their fingers entwined, resting her head upon his chest, she listened to his heart beating steadily. Rain tapped gently on the window, forming a nice harmony to his heart’s melody.
they both savoured this moment. Taking a snap shot of this frame and sealing it in a jar, then burying it in the backyard for yourself to find years later, if possible.
She squeezed her boyfriend – now fiancé’s hand a little tighter, afraid to let go, as if the second that she did, something would fly away into the distance and disappear.
He caught her slight movement and held her a little closer, sharing no words on this stormy night.
Deep down, they both feared tomorrow. She feared the sound of him starting the car; she feared the sight of the sign that read “international departures”; she feared the time when she has to kiss him goodbye, when she has to cross her fingers and wish for his return.
But that time must come.
She stood inches away from him, her sorrow-filled eyes glancing up to meet his. The world rushed on around them.
He cupped her cheeks in his strong hands, pushing his lips against hers as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The tears that had been wondering in her sockets finally made their way down.
Her senses abandoned their defenses. All other thoughts, all other feelings were forgotten. Only one remained.
“Promise you’ll come back,” she whispered.
He hesitated, but nodded.
With a swift and tender smile, he turned and stepped out of your little atmosphere.
She inked his figure into her head. His broad shoulders and short slick blond hair. His camouflaged jacket and black combat boots.
Her solider, had gone off to war.
It was a foggy March morning.
She put on her fuzzy sweater and headed out to the mail box. The whether sent chills down her spine. Returning with a pile of mail and advertisements, she tossed the stash lazily on the kitchen counter and pored herself a mug of coffee.
The sight of the mug lifted the corners of her lips. The last time she had gone to Disneyland her fiancé, they had gotten their pictures printed on mugs. She remembered when she forced him to wear that headband with Micky Mouse ears on them. A giggle escaped her lips.
She reached out for the first letter and tore the envelope apart as neatly as possible. She froze with her mug meeting her lips.
Her dark pupils danced fiercely from line to line, eyes wide open, and brows drawn into two hard black lines.
her eyes settled on that last period of the last word on the letter. Mouth cracked open, lips trembling, all her senses were gone.
Gravity won against her force, the mug fell freely onto the pale flooring of the kitchen. With a “bang” that strangely she did not hear, it shattered into pieces. Dark brown liquid rushed out through its broken pieces in all directions, like imprisoned beasts finally gaining freedom.
Her legs failed to carry her as she leaned all her weight onto the counter and slid down until she was sitting on the ground. Her legs close as she buried her face in her knees.
Tears refused to fall. Her hands fell senselessly beside her. Her thumb met that diamond on her forth finger.
“You promised you’ll come back,” her voice was high-pitched and shaky, “you promised me…”
For a long time, the light of that candle has flickered, threatening to disappear.
It wasn’t until this final moment, when a rush of wind put out that life changing warmth, did you come to realize. He was the only source of light in your world, the only candle that lit up you dark room filled with uncertainty.
The only thing that remained now was the wire of smoke extended form the dead string of the candle, swirling and disappearing.
“You promised me a life time.”
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