IT WAS as if the whole world had fallen to pieces when she told me in her lilting voice that we had to break up. She slowly and carefully tried to explain her situation. I listened, mesmerised by her voice, which seemed to stab through my heart coldly numbing all my senses. She suggested that it was better for me to forget her and to remember her only as a friend, a very good friend.

As I looked into those eyes for the last time, I could see that she was firm on the idea. And it hurt a lot. I listened, in silence, looking at her lips. When she ended, I forced a smile, gave her a big and final hug, a light peck on the cheek and lied that I understood and would be fine. I had accepted her assurance that for our own good that I would forget her...

But as she left and the night engulfed her in the distance, my visions began to blur. Tears rolled as I made my way to the bus stop. She had always been someone special, some form of hope to me. The way she walked, the tossing of her long beautiful hair, those earnest yet calm look in her sparkling eyes, her sweet and charming voice, her nice adorable innocence, the passions we shared - were all so dear, so precious to me. With her departure, she had not only taken all this away but also the purpose and meaning in my life. I had lost her, a person who was always there ready for me with her desire to listen and talk. Someone who would be interested. Someone with the patience.

The sense of loss. The sense of helplessness out diol the melancholy of any known emotion. As the feeling of regret grew, control left my frozen mind. I cursed at the air, howled in the night joined soon later by packs of dogs. Sweat coloured my shirt as I sat at the bus stop with my two icy hands buried in my hair. Sobbing. Thoughts filt through my mind. Thoughts of our dates. Thoughts of our laughter. Thoughts of her hands...

A Soft warmly hands
Once felt enchanted, special, holding them
No words needed
Like leaves on the river
Thoughts flowed
And mingled in the silents

But now the same hands
I felt weak, holding them
All words had left me
Was this to be our last parting?
As if in dream, a splash on the beach
All gone too soon?

Northen Spring, Southern Stars
On different tracks had they moved
Yet our paths crossed
On this small island, over a hundred miles apart
There we met

Happiness was like floating petals in the wind
When I held your hands the second time
Sorrow welled up
A pair of soft icy hands it was
Through the palms my heart wept

Your hands in mine
I held on
Love comes but once
Deep fear in me that our world would split-up
Then I could think of you no more

Gazing at the moon
By the seaside I stood
Soothing the aching heart
All for you...

I felt dissappointed and cheapened. Lost a lot of faith in my own sincerity. Wondering how real and true I would feel the next time I say "I love you" again... if there is a next time. But then maybe, just maybe, love gets richer and stronger with each failure met... there may still be hope...

Nevertheless, I shall always remember her, her thoughts, her likings. In the quiet of that night, I sat and sat till a new dawn broke. A new life began...

[The End]

Well that's the end. Being both inexperienced and green (besides being unable to express myself well), I wish to apologise for any grammatical errors. Hope you enjoy it and I would just like to round up with a quote...

"Friendship and Love are the two eyes of humanity.
Without them, life would be meaningless."

TheLonelyChap