I saw the love in his eyes- Felt them in his touch- Tasted them from his mouth- I witnessed the deeds he made out of his way- I drunk in the truth of his words as the rapturous rhythm of my heart overwhelmed me. He loved me. My love was just a reflection of his love- a reaction to the splendour he brought to my world. He deserved every ounce of it. A feeling and purpose that was larger than life, love that I could almost hardly contain. I do not regret any second of it, nor will I ever. However fleeting, he had made me deliriously happy- an epitomized euphoria that I could only dare dream of. The words by the Italian poet and novelist Cesare Pavese: “We do not remember days, we remember moments.” The road I’m about to tread from here on is a haze. There is a certain paralysis that engulfs my being but everything happens for a reason- like I always say. These last vivid memories will help me move on. Anything that is worth having is worth fighting for. If he really wanted this to work- he should have gone to war. For in as much as I loved him- there is no excuse for that kind of cowardice. I know the haze will clear in time and sunshine will kiss my face once more. We had journeyed far, him and I. I am proud at how much I loved him- in awe. If I could love him that much with our predicament's given limitations -then I'd be able to love The One for me even more. And that is something to be excited about. My utopian dream with Yvon crumbled- but the beauty of living is that I can dream again. And how deeply grateful I am to be alive! ☻
