I came up and kissed on his neck, and before I stepped away from his sight, I closed my eyes and tried hard to memorize this moment. I wanted to remember him exactly as he was right then, how his arms looked brown against his peach t-shirt, the way his hairs were twisted and messed, a little too big in the front, his ticklish beard. Even the bruise, there because of me.
Then he was gone.
Just for that moment, the thought that I might never see him again… it felt worse than death. I wanted to
run after him. Tell him anything, everything. Just don’t go. Please just never go. Please just always be near me, so I can at least see you.
Because it felt final. I always believed that we would find our way back to each other every time. That no matter what, we would be connected—by our history, by this place. But this time, this last time, it felt final. Like I would never see him again, or that when I did, it would be different, there would be a mountain between us.
I knew it in my bones. That this time was it. I had finally made my choice, and so had he. He let me go. I was relieved, which I expected. What I didn’t expect was to feel so much grief.
And it felt final!
Beautifully expressed.
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I am glad you liked this work of fiction.
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Beautifully written, Anjali. Please continue writing! Love to you, Alex 🙂
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Comments like this encourage me to write more. I am thankful you liked it. A happy new year :))
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I’ve been on a stalk fest, reading your material and I just love how your words are able to ignite feeling!!
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So happy to hear this. Thank you 🙂
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