Jul 3, 2011
I wasn't the only one. He must've been hurt enough to give up on me. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. Maybe he tried so much harder to share his life with me than I tried to share mine with him. I was late, arrogant, scared. He was gentle, patient, weary and just had to turn around at the end of our days.
Miracle had been a mere fuzzy myth to me until he came into my life. We smiled, laughed and loved. Then he walked away. Sadness threw me into a lake of distraction. Cried, drowned, and a lenient drowsiness gave me a rest. I wished I would never, ever wake up again.
The next moment, I could finally let him go with this thought: He might be in love with someone else, and tomorrow I might find someone new. Yet if we were destined to be together, we must be walking now separately on the different paths in the same direction, and one day those two roads will meet again at the gate of Lovers Lane. So I'll tell you, "Until then." If not? Que sera sera.
Last night I, wearing my favorite mauve chiffon dress, lighting a little candle on my cupcake, opening a bottle of Margaux, listened to our song. God, it's still shining, our unforgettable encounter. Miss you much but it was a good evening after all. Happy Anniversary, love.
"Is this your life story, Kate?" .....In an organic daydreamer's life there's no reality.