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The Sweet Story of Love |
| Written by C. Walker | |
| Monday, 25 February 2008 | |
The Sweet Story of Love
"Remember that night I left? The night I left to Chicago." Claire asked with a look of regret in her sweet gray eyes. "How can I not? That was the night you broke my heart. You left me for three miserable years, telling me you would never return. That night my life came tumbling down. The one thing I believed to be stable and well in my life had completely shattered without a single hint. I had sat there, were you had left me, silently minutes passed by, hours passed by. And I, I just sat there utterly confused of what had just happened. When eventually I collapsed into a river of tears. A cascade of crystal clear tears." Ailan answered as he caressed her smooth face, with a glint of love for this girl in his piercing green eyes. Claire had pulled herself from his touch, for his touch weakened her as well as strengthened her. His touch was like a reward to her, and that is the least she deserved at the moment. She so cautiously tried avoiding his gaze, for which she knew she would burst into tears if she looked into his hurt eyes. She had caused him enough pain already, enough to hate herself for life. "Wow, what a nice way to make me feel any better, for something I regret to this day. And yes, that night. We had been sitting there just talking, talking about nothing in particular. When you kissed me and as soon as our lips detached, I looked into your eyes and said ‘I Love you, I love you till the day I die, I love you with all my heart.' You had stayed quiet. I scanned your face and your eyes to see if you felt the same way. There was absolutely no reaction. I quickly assumed that you didn't feel the same way. So I burst out in tears..." Her voice trailed of and she had covered her face, her black locks covering her face. She had stopped talking, remembering was just too hard and it caused tears to run down her face. He looked at her, he could not bare see her crying once again. Ailan swiftly wrapped his arms around her and held her in a deep embrace. "I would stop talking about this painful set of events but its something we must clear up for each other. And for you to know, I am not to let you go, I learned once, and it will never happen again. And yes to begin were you had finished. You burst out crying. I hugged you much like I am now, but you pushed me away and ran out the door. I wanted to say the same to you, but after Ruby's death I hadn't been able to feel the same about someone else. I though I would never love again just care for deeply, but you, my love, taught me otherwise. At that point in time I didn't know any better. And I just sat there as I just previously said." He stopped talking pulling Claire out of the embrace. It was a silence. A comfortable silence, unlike those awkward silences normally felt. It was a warm silence of deep comfort. They simple stared at each other surveying each other's faces. Ailan looked at her with a great deal of love, and softly wiped the tear she had just allowed to slip. How could he have possibly allowed this gorgeous woman escape from him, he though as he admired her beauty. She had curly black locks that was a bit past shoulder length, and at the moment it was piled on her head in a messy bun, and half of her hair was coming loose in a messy but admiring way to frame her delicate figure. She had high cheekbones with a rosy tint on her pale skin. Claire had beautiful gray eyes, which was the reason he was first attracted to her. How he loved this woman. Claire in returned surveyed his face, making sure what he said was no lie. She quickly forgot why she had started looking at his face, and slowly started admiring Ailan. He had piercing green eyes she loved so very much, they were tender eyes that portrayed his tenderness and love for her. He had a piercing on his lip, one on his left eyebrow as well, and one of those bar like earring on his ear. He had unruly jet-black hair, with random colors here and there. He was truly a unique guy. His skin color was much like hers, just a little more pigment. He looked like one of those teenage emo-rock boys that now hung around everywhere. She soon snapped herself out of her daydream, and begun with the memories once again. "Yes, that's how it went. I left I spent that whole night crying, and I wrote this letter." Claire recounted as she pulled the crumbled letter out of her jean pocket. The letter read:
My Dearest Ailan, My hands shake as I write this letter to you. I love you, I love you very, very much. I love you till the day I die. I love you with all my heart. But...if you don't love me as I love you than I just can't stay here. I love you, I really do, but I can't wait for ever my love. I really love you and I don't want to leave. I just can't stay, I think my heart becomes more shattered if I stay here and never hearing those sweet words I long to hear from you, but I just can't stay. I can't wait forever. I can't. I am sorry my love I must leave find someone that really does love me because I won't last forever waiting. I can't wait its harder than leaving. So I am to take the easy way out, I am not going to wait; I am just going to leave. I am sorry my love, I love you, and I will never forget you.
I love you, Claire
They both read the letter. The paper was frail, and it had been crumbled, folded, unfolded, and refolded so much it had begun to fray. There were tears stains covering the paper and some of the words had become hard to read from the runny ink. "Yes, the letter, you sent to me from the airport when you left to Chicago. You left and there was no way for me to contact you, to tell you about my renewed feelings. I got that letter about a week after you had left me sitting there. A week of me, searching for you nonstop. When I saw the envelope on the floor of my doorstep, I burst into tears. Yes, a grown man burst into tears, for the helplessness of the flee of someone he so dearly loved and longed for. Back to the story. I carefully opened the envelope not to damage a single piece of my last "acquaintance" with you. I read the letter more than fifty times, I swear. At first I didn't understand it, then I was just admiring your handwriting, next I came to realize what the letter was about. Then I understood and read it about ten times to make sure that it was all reality and not a figment of my emo filled imagination. As soon as I really understood the letter I cried tears of regret, of pain, of love, of loneliness, they were all tears of sadness and longing for you. After that day I grew apart from reality. My reality was my sketchpad, my music, and obviously and sadly my job. That's all I ever did for those three miserable years. By mid second year I had lost complete hope of finding you again, and had started to accept that this would be my life again. I would have to start once again from scratch as I had when Ruby died." Alain hastily said trying to move the memories faster, so not to feel the pain they had caused. As well as trying to avoid Claire any more pain than what she herself had felt. "Yes, trust me that letter was hard enough to write. I had to write it more than ten times so most of the words were legible in between my unsettled wording, my shaky handwriting and my tears smudging the ink. But yes, I left to Chicago hoping that being away from you, the one I loved would help me recuperate faster. But indeed I was proven wrong. Being away made it all the worst. I was there for three years going through all the trouble of starting a new life in a city ten times more hectic than New York, and trying to forget a man I loved so very much. I tried to do everything to forget you, and erase my past. Every corner I turned there was something to remind me of you. A flower, a black and white photograph, happy couples, just things that reminded me the smallest bit of you. How I hated it. Until about six months before I called you that night. When I came to the conclusion that maybe I just needed to date, and maybe I would find someone I would love as much as I had loved you. I even dated this guy for four months. But he just couldn't make me smile and laugh as you had. He eventually said he loved me, but I knew better then that, and I couldn't say the same to him. So I broke it of. That was the night I called you." Claire said as if she was recounting a long tale, but quickly brought it to an end. "Yes, that night. October 25th exactly two months ago. That night I was like usual, awake drawing. Drawing a picture of you actually that picture I have of you in the park surrounded by the fall leaves flowing all around you, and you had that gleeful smile that I adore so very much. When I heard a call, which was kind of odd, considering the only ones that ever called where my family, and Brad to make sure I hadn't killed myself. And it was like two in the morning. When I answered all I could hear were your sobs, and I just knew it was you, all I heard was the sobs, I just patiently sat there and asked you if you were ok, all you said was ‘I Love You, Ailan.' You should have seen the smile on my face, it was of one of a man to find that his long lost son thought to be dead, was alive and healthy. I had heard from you again. Without much wait I answered back what you had longed to here a miserable three years ago, ‘I love you Claire.' I then asked you were you where. And you answered ‘Chicago'. I told you I would meet you there, and to give me your address, and that you did. I met you in your apartment less than five hours later. We sat there crying, crying tears of regret, loss, sadness, happiness, and the list grows. After about a week I had to leave. And now two months later we sit here on my couch finally reunited forever, recounting these painful memories of our love. I love you Claire, very, much. I love you till the day I die. I love you with all my heart." He said this with an accomplished smile on his face. He was now looking at her holding her hands. He was staring at her tear stained face. Oh, how very beautiful this girl looked. For once after three full years, she had smiled a real smile. A smile that really showed happiness, and no worry or sadness hidden behind it. A true smile that would last forever. " I love you Ailan, very, very much. I love you till the day I die. I love you with all my heart. I love you Ailan." Claire answered in the happiest tone ever possibly portrayed. She was glowing, as was he. Their smiles were amazing. And here the recounting of painful memories of love comes to a happy and truthful ending.
Copyright 2008 C. Walker |
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