Goodbye to You
It was fun while it lasted. But then again, he blamed myself for taking things too seriously. He knew for a fact that she toyed with him, but responded in kind no less. Verbally, he was wed to her, and they exchanged romantic sweet nothings. And they truly were nothings. Nothing more, nothing less. But he was foolish enough to keep them close to his heart, like butterflies encased in a glass frame.
He knew it would be over soon, but he kept hoping. It came much earlier than expected. They were talking about wedlock, as usual.
This time, it was a different tune.
It was ironic. Her words used to elate him, edify him, comfort him. But now, they stung him, like the piercing, fiery sting of a hornet.
He reeled backwards, cradling his wound; there were no tears. Tears are for the weak, and the weak will always be the first to be consumed. Show of strength, lad, show of strength!
But wait, that hinted insecurity; another weakness. A feint within a feint within a feint.
He closed his eyes, but her face refused to go away. He cursed and swore at it, but it only made him feel worse.
A single rose pervaded his awareness, a beacon of sanity within the turmoil that churned in his psyche.
But the rose began to fade, first from blood red to pink, and then to white and then it turned grey.
Grey is a colour - a mixture of white and black. But white and black in themselves were not colours - they were merely terms to describe the absence and omnipresence of colour.
In her, he had everything, and nothing at the same time.
The rose stayed grey, and then faded into oblivion.
Goodbye, my love. It has finally ended.
Or has it just begun...
You have just felt the Eddiegness at 3:36 PM
0 "Not again, Eddie"(s)
