The Story II

It was late and he was thinking about her again and how he wished he could change the time. But he knew all too well that gut wrenching pain deep inside. Did I choose this he thought? As the memories fluttered and enveloped his psyche that constant aching feeling became a bit numb. His stomach grumbled again, his mind racing. Does your circumstance seem familiar to a friend? Does my longing to grasp onto a distant yet unreachable and wishful thought help me go forward? His heart held but also being strengthened. A story within a story, within a story. This story of love. I know. He thought.

It was 11:57 as she felt that tugging at her heart again. Her long lost friend, that was all she was allowed to call him out loud. She was broken, not because she fell for him but because he was silent. She knew his disappointments, his regrets, his pain. It was all too familiar again, extremely close to her but yet not close enough. It gnawed at her as she attempted to avoid the sting of it. That thought of, it was her he wanted and me he left and It was her he loved, again. Him running away from her and her running after him.

That undying love you wish was breakable. The torment of distance and the waiting that seemed to never end. They all said, let him go but not one of them understood the journey, how far the distance and the similarity. And that Love has no boundaries and Let no man separate....She knew his secrets, the things he was afraid to utter. What she didn't know is how much he loved her, he didn't say a word but she loved him back anyway. She remembered that day in the parking lot, his sun glasses shading his soul. Oh how I wanted to stop time and step outside. I thought. All she wanted was change. Her heart trying to bypass all her vulnerable mistakes she made just before she woke up. Doesn't he know how much he's loved? She thought as she brushed the tears away. Maybe he would rather I let him go though he would never admit it. How much longer can I bear the anguish of separation ? She winced at the pain because she knew the answer to that question seven years later. So she went back to what she knew best, waiting,...in the garden. But this time, fight for me, she said. Something the world will never understand.