It is two years since that day. The day he went away. And now the tears
have subsided; the darkness from his absence has vanished; and now life is
moving on. All the event had managed to do was to remove the misconception of
happy endings from my life; it wrenched me out of the reel world I resided in.
It showed me the reality, the dark abyss which life really is.
But now, it’s different. I have found a new love; a love which
permeates the heart of many, the love for dance. I sway in it like a carefree butterfly-
a completely opposite image from the one which stood in front of the mirror a
couple of years ago. Now it feels different; I feel different.
I think about it and I feel happy that things proceeded this way. But
still, the open wound in my heart still bleeds; my eyes become moist when I
think about it. He scarred me for life and now I wait for someone to wipe out
the scar-someone who will love me like never before, someone who will treat me
like a real princess, someone who will make me smile and someone who will wipe
away my tears. But I will survive.
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