Shadow of the Last Memory - Part 1
I dont really know where to post short writings or stories since I am new here, so I wrote it here at the poem section.. here it goes, feel free to tell me if something is wrong with the story..I'll really appreciate it. Thank you.
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Sometimes, the best thing we could ever do is to let go..to let go of what holds us the most. The feeling of holding into something or someone that dears you so much, pains you the most. It’ll never be easy. It never will.
It wasn’t really long ago when we first laid eyes on each other. We were so much in love back then. And still, we do so. Walking at the park with those smiles on our faces. With our hands on one another. Talking endless stories, chapters of our lives. Running to wherever our feet bring us. And just remembering it, it was just us. Just us…
There is a letter I would like to share to you all…a letter I read every single night before my eyes rest it selves…
Dear Bell,
I know this may sound crazy, but I just have to write to you. It’s been nights now, and I still couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t close my eyes for a while and I couldn’t hold still of me. For a man of my age, crying is somehow a shame. But not for this one, not for me. I cry every night hoping it would all come back to life. I cry for the memories we have. I cry for the laughter, the tears and the joy of just having you by my side. It hurts. It hurts every time I think of you, but I don’t want them gone. They’re the only ones I have left of you.
Do you still remember that day? 1956 of December 5th? I picked you up at your home, and the moment I step out of the car, you were there at the porch. With your blue polka dots, knee-high dress, you were waiting for me. I walked right up to you and bowed down like a true gentleman of the era. Funny as I have always been a man of clear thoughts. You just laughed and bowed as well. It would never be complete without a kiss and so, even with your parents watching, I kiss you so passionately as if tomorrow would never come. And off we went down the road.
You don’t have the slightest idea of what I had planned for us that day. You were so nosy and wanted to know where we’re heading, but I’m determined not to let you know till you set your foot on the ground and see for yourself. If you could only see yourself with those smiles on your face and your head on my shoulder, could I have been the happiest man on earth? ...down the road, the wind blows through us...
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