Soft As Thorns
It was like a dream, a beautiful one!
He was in front of me, with that charming gaze
holding my soft hands like he used to call them. I still remember how nervous he
was that night which gave me a false impression especially with such a fancy
romantic dinner he had managed ..
After hours of an endless conversation -that I now
wish if it only would last forever- he said it was late and he should drive
me home. I felt a little disappointed. I hoped or maybe even expected that he
would take the step I’ve ever wanted him to take.. I lately realized how I‘ve
been pitifully obsessed with the silly Ring thing..
On our way home, I was the whole time faking a
smile thanking My Man for the unforgettable night while I’ve actually been
swallowing the anger and despair inside my chest, waiting to get home so I
could finally sob until my pillow gets soaking wet ..I got out of the car, suddenly
I heard him calling out my name. I turned around with a little smile on my face,
believing that the most awaited moment has lastly come. But in fact he was only holding a
STUPID TEDDY BEAR saying that… that beautiful night hasn’t ended yet.
I remember how his pure joyful good-looking
face teased me, so all what I could do then was Yelling: SERIOUSLY? I took it and threw it away!
At that very
damned instant, everything happened too fast right after: When he was trying to
get back that teddy bear, an unexpected car showed up from nowhere and hit my
Man… deadly!
Now and as two years ago, I am sitting next to
that green grave, holding my Teddy bear with My Soft Hands re-checking again a
shining ring that’s placed inside its belly, dreaming tragically of him with his warm tone that I've always loved saying
what I didn’t let it be said. “Will You
Marry Me, Mary? “
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