She is the only thing I remember of that year. She was my
best friend but our friendship was more of one sided because it was only me who
was communicating. She stood there, listened to me, but then it was the only
thing that she did, listen! She never spoke or showed her heart to me, nor did
I expect such intimacy from her.
She is the only one who knows me from head to toe,
everything I had those months, my happiness, days of sorrow, solitary, she was
there, just only as a statue with a stone heart L
Others took her as a bad omen, she took the life out of
things, made them dry inside out. She took wishes of people to work and to
feel, but It was me who embraced her with love and care, for she was only one
thing attached to me and I have nothing else worth remembering than her. Evil
they called her, she was cursed by slums and gypsies. Those with a chair in
front of fire place and a roof liked her.
I wasn’t a slum, nor I had a fireplace, its hard to explain
my love for her.
Love is complicated and is unconditional and is hard. It
was a pain to have feelings for something that couldn’t response except reply
with breezes of sorrow and mournfulness.
Though I feel attached to her, I like her. She reflects the
months of struggle for me. She deflects hope that there will be a better
tomorrow with a warm sunlight, so that no fireplace nor roof are criteria to
have a feeling for her. So that slums and gypsies would hug her with emotions
and let her stone heart to melt and then fill them with warm feelings.
I was crying and she sat beside me. Even when she was
leaving, she showed no care. She had no tears to roll and no words to speak. She
just came, stayed and left, I barely remember any sunny mornings or a sky full
of stars then. Mornings had dews and I believed those were the tears left by
stars before disappearing the night before. I had only one thing in me and it
was hope. I had dreams of she having feelings for thunder and storms, I knew
but also I couldn’t help myself to move on, I was in love with her. I was in
love with her silence. I was in love with her breath taking personality. I was
in love with her stony heart and wordless lips. I was and I am and I will.
