The Lover i used to know II

Under the shades of the Bambo trees whose roots have intermingled and intertwined with each other, to form a large mass of root with each tree shooting out for light. In its green reflection, I sat down in agitation, with a sordid feeling of loss for a loved one. My mind went in different directions as gently he pleaded.

I am sorry for this, but it’s for our own good. 

Yes, but I doubt if you will ever return. 

I understand we have enough to eat, I can live with you if you have nothing, but if you live me, I don’t know if you will ever come back. 

I poured out my worst fears and frustration to ease the burning fire that was hurting in my heart. 

I went back to the beautiful days of love we had been together. The crazy things we had done, the promises. Yes I knew he loved me, in the tender embrace, I could feel it in his eyes, the special time and care he gave. Was it the sacrifices he would make just to make me happy. He gave me every love I needed. 

But knowing that he will soon be leaving the country to look for a better job. I knew that this might be the end of this sweet fantasy.

Even when he brought the green colored flowers I loved so much, I wouldn’t give in so easily.

Afraid to look him in the face, I took an unhappy look, for deep down the debris of my soul, I knew I might loose this good man forever.

With stories of how women seduced men over there in the states, there was a little chance of ever seeing kelvin again.

A sigh escaped my lips as he touched my face, gently turning it to face him.

I am not happy that I can’t give you that which you deserve my beautiful one. I am a proud man, who is ashamed of not buying you the best things.

I can’t even afford you a nice gift for your birthday. 

His calm and passionate voice rang into my ears to ease the tension

He stood up with a sparkle in his eyes. 

No one can give me the happiness you give, he whispered with a pained voice. Forget everything you have heard and put your faith in me. 

He reassured. 

with stains of tears on his face, eyes blazing into mine, passion in his countenance, voice raking away the last defenses I had mustered, I ran into his arms, breathlessly holding and clung to him, we bathed ourselves with a flood of tears. Even when his words were too sweet for my unhappy ears, even when I knew deep down that nothing was ever certain. Shamelessly I let my tears fall.

 

It has been 3 years now and so many things have changed.

Seeing this picture under the bed where I hid it, brought so many memories of a lost lover.

This lover I used to know

......................kizzantel.