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Hira wrote:
notice the coldness of the saltwater nor of the stone I’m sitting on, because the
only think I can think of is the deafening pounding of my heart as she slowly emerges
from the sea. She always looks so sad, and it makes me just want to hold her
tighter, but as she makes her way over to me she gives me a smile. “Hey there,
you made it” I say trying to sound calm as I remove a wild strand of light
purple hair from her face. She blushes slightly and even more so when I kiss
her. “I wouldn’t miss seeing you… for a last time” she says, the last part almost
as a distant whisper. “Oh, I almost forgot” she reaches to her golden headpiece,
she always wears, and removes a pink seashell, I honestly hadn’t notices was
there. She takes my hands and puts the seashell into them. “It’s so pretty” I
say, really not looking as much at the shell as much as I’m looking at the sea
witch before me. She laughs as she catches my eyes, “Yeah… I thought you’d like
it as, as a reminder of me” her laughter turns a little less cheerful. “I could
never forget you”, I squeeze her hand that still lingers in mine, “I mean it’s
no so often you get to fall in love with a girl, with eight stunning, purple arms”
she rolls her eyes “move over”. And as I do so, she places herself next to me. We
don’t look at each other or say anything in a long time. The silence, however,
is not uncomfortable nor is it weird. But as we sit there watching the skies
changing into its nigh color, we share among us a string of unspoken words, which
need no expressing or explaining. My heart is heavy with sadness. I have to
leave her, I can’t stay her, not even for her, even though I told myself so
many time that it wouldn’t be necessary. Nevertheless, I have to let her go,
let myself go. I look over at her, warm tears in my eyes, only to find that she
already is looking at me. “You know, the sea is almost endless, and where one
sea stops another begins” she removes a wayward tear from my cheekbone. “I
could always just.. you know find you” she smiles her sad smile. “I don’t think
that’ll be a good idea” I whisper afraid that if I speak any louder, all the
tears will fall. She looks down “I know”. A pause and she suddenly looks up, “but
just promise me that you’ll keep the seashell with you. You see, I’ve hexed it,
so when you hold it near your heart,” she takes my hand with the shell in it,
and put it close to my chest “can you fell that?” a warmth emanates from the
pink little shell and I hear a faint voice singing, her voice, but it also
comes from the shell. I smile a smile of surprise up at her. “that’s…” I don’t
know what to say, but the look on her face tells me that she knows. Somehow she
always know, I never really have to say anything, and still she knows how I feel,
what I want to say, like no one ever have. “I promise” I finally say. In return
she kisses me, and I kiss her back. It’s a kiss of sad passion, filled with
remorse over all the time we never will have. It’s a kiss of beautiful melancholia.
As we draw away from each other we both have tears streaming silently from our
eyes. “I, I think… I think it’s time” I say trailing of at the end. “Yeah I
know… ” there’s a long pause. “I love you” she says in an almost clear voice,
trying to hide the blue undertone away. “And I love you” I say, doing a terrible
job hiding my sadness. “And I always will”, she says right before she leaps
into the water and swims away, without looking back.
Here I’m sitting, on a cold, wet stone at the shoreline at dusk. My heart is
somehow heavy with sadness and relived at the same time. Even though I know it’s
time to leave, I sit here not wanting to move, because if I leave, it’ll mean
that it’s all over, and I will have to live with no seeing her ever again.
I have always loved the sea, the sound of the waves hitting the sore, the fresh
air, the atmosphere of mystique and the sense of freedom and adventure.
However, I had never in my wildest dreams imagined that I would fall in love
with a creature from the deep blue water. And suddenly everything I used to love
about this place, now just reminds me of a longing of a lover I will never be
able to reach. Mystique turns to melancholia, freedom into sadness and adventure into memories I will never forget.
Leaving love behind
By Hira____________________________________
Another wave gently pushes upon my bare feet as the sun glides behind the horizon. I don’tBy Hira____________________________________
notice the coldness of the saltwater nor of the stone I’m sitting on, because the
only think I can think of is the deafening pounding of my heart as she slowly emerges
from the sea. She always looks so sad, and it makes me just want to hold her
tighter, but as she makes her way over to me she gives me a smile. “Hey there,
you made it” I say trying to sound calm as I remove a wild strand of light
purple hair from her face. She blushes slightly and even more so when I kiss
her. “I wouldn’t miss seeing you… for a last time” she says, the last part almost
as a distant whisper. “Oh, I almost forgot” she reaches to her golden headpiece,
she always wears, and removes a pink seashell, I honestly hadn’t notices was
there. She takes my hands and puts the seashell into them. “It’s so pretty” I
say, really not looking as much at the shell as much as I’m looking at the sea
witch before me. She laughs as she catches my eyes, “Yeah… I thought you’d like
it as, as a reminder of me” her laughter turns a little less cheerful. “I could
never forget you”, I squeeze her hand that still lingers in mine, “I mean it’s
no so often you get to fall in love with a girl, with eight stunning, purple arms”
she rolls her eyes “move over”. And as I do so, she places herself next to me. We
don’t look at each other or say anything in a long time. The silence, however,
is not uncomfortable nor is it weird. But as we sit there watching the skies
changing into its nigh color, we share among us a string of unspoken words, which
need no expressing or explaining. My heart is heavy with sadness. I have to
leave her, I can’t stay her, not even for her, even though I told myself so
many time that it wouldn’t be necessary. Nevertheless, I have to let her go,
let myself go. I look over at her, warm tears in my eyes, only to find that she
already is looking at me. “You know, the sea is almost endless, and where one
sea stops another begins” she removes a wayward tear from my cheekbone. “I
could always just.. you know find you” she smiles her sad smile. “I don’t think
that’ll be a good idea” I whisper afraid that if I speak any louder, all the
tears will fall. She looks down “I know”. A pause and she suddenly looks up, “but
just promise me that you’ll keep the seashell with you. You see, I’ve hexed it,
so when you hold it near your heart,” she takes my hand with the shell in it,
and put it close to my chest “can you fell that?” a warmth emanates from the
pink little shell and I hear a faint voice singing, her voice, but it also
comes from the shell. I smile a smile of surprise up at her. “that’s…” I don’t
know what to say, but the look on her face tells me that she knows. Somehow she
always know, I never really have to say anything, and still she knows how I feel,
what I want to say, like no one ever have. “I promise” I finally say. In return
she kisses me, and I kiss her back. It’s a kiss of sad passion, filled with
remorse over all the time we never will have. It’s a kiss of beautiful melancholia.
As we draw away from each other we both have tears streaming silently from our
eyes. “I, I think… I think it’s time” I say trailing of at the end. “Yeah I
know… ” there’s a long pause. “I love you” she says in an almost clear voice,
trying to hide the blue undertone away. “And I love you” I say, doing a terrible
job hiding my sadness. “And I always will”, she says right before she leaps
into the water and swims away, without looking back.
Here I’m sitting, on a cold, wet stone at the shoreline at dusk. My heart is
somehow heavy with sadness and relived at the same time. Even though I know it’s
time to leave, I sit here not wanting to move, because if I leave, it’ll mean
that it’s all over, and I will have to live with no seeing her ever again.
I have always loved the sea, the sound of the waves hitting the sore, the fresh
air, the atmosphere of mystique and the sense of freedom and adventure.
However, I had never in my wildest dreams imagined that I would fall in love
with a creature from the deep blue water. And suddenly everything I used to love
about this place, now just reminds me of a longing of a lover I will never be
able to reach. Mystique turns to melancholia, freedom into sadness and adventure into memories I will never forget.
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