to my Nom de Plume,
Here comes the story about a beautiful memory that lies in the back of my mind. The agony one that comes from our life story.
It might sound so romantic as if we were the heroine in a story book.
Other people may call it love but I shall call it the Beautiful Way of My Sorrow.
The Beautiful Way of My Sorrow
Once there lived a forlorn bride who lives by the sea but never speaks to anyone because her true love was gone. She locked her life to anyone that came to her and mourned everytime because their separation has been an excruciating torment for her.
Their love is unquantifiable, therefore not finite.
If you asked about how her lover looked like, she always remembered that he had the prettiest soul she’s ever met.
When she was with him, she felt pretty nearly perfectly happy.
His sincere heart was an unmitigated cure to her diseases.
Life had so many colors through his eyes. It painted her world forever.
Somehow pretty does not seem the right word to describe her true love, nor beautiful either. They don’t go far enough.
So she calls it… Wonderful.
There’s something splendid about some of the words that’s been said by him. “I love you today, tomorrow, and forever”, one imprinting sentence he has ever vowed and promised solemnly to her.
She was remarkably blissful as she couldn’t hide that silly grin off her face. She was so in love without having her mind on the upcoming risks.
“The more you love, the more you lose”
And when her lover hurted her, she sinked and disappeared beneath the waves. He bursted her mind into pieces.
She would like to think that one fine day, it won’t matter a whit to her, but it wasn’t. The pain is still there so she can only endure it by raising her wishes. They are so numerous that it will take her a great deal of time to name them all. So she only mentions one,
“I can only hope that one day, eventually, all these unions between me and him will unfold then continue to grow by our own where we can both forgive and fullfil our heart’s desire and be happy afterwards”, she bequeathes her prayers
Then, she continues her life after.
They don’t end up forever but it sounds a lot like it, doesnt it?
