For a decade

FOR A DECADE

03-31-13

                                                                                                                                  

                                                                                                                                   

 It has been exactly a decade since he gave this to her.

A decade..

the years.. the months.. the weeks.. the days.. the hours.. 

She can still recall the exact moment, and the place... and the time.

   She can still recall how strong her heart shouted with much bliss.. 

        how fast her pulse went..

            how cold her feet were..

                ans simply... how happy she was..

This book was something she would keep as an only treasure from someone that she

       cannot grasp, 

          cannot hold,

             cannot own, 

                cannot see,

                   cannot feel.. 

Since then,

  she hid under her lonely emotions. She tried hard not to show how broken she was for letting him go just like that without even letting him know how much.. 

     how much she concealed her pains and joys..

          how earnestly she waits for texts or calls that she knew won't come..

                                                    for letters that she knew will never be written..

                                                    for everything that only existed in her wildest dreams..

A decade..

of keeping the silent  vow 
      that she will never give her self and whole being to any man other than him,
      that she will always pray for his happiness even if the price is her own loneliness, 
      that she will never be a hindrance to his hopes and dreams,
     
and that no matter what happens and how much it may cost, 

        she will remember him 

               and that every bit of those lucid memories she had with him when they were still high         school classmates and those borrowed hours from his ever-busy schedules during their collegiate years will never be  forgotten.. never. 

   Only time will tell what really went wrong..and why he let her die..just like that..

   Maybe another decade will explain to her why, after the searing pain of waiting, words were never said and truths were never heard.

 For now, she is mastering the art of accepting the beautiful fact that God made her meet him so she can appreciate the beauty of loving without expecting anything in return.

For now, she is contented with the illusion that after all these years, he solely belongs to her because of one reason: they are still under the same sky.

A decade..

the years.. the months.. the weeks.. the days.. the hours.. She withstood it all. 

P.S. Thank You for a decade of  memories.