“The Memory of Us”

It was a dark Saturday night the first time we met.

One of the most beautiful memories during my college days.

You were one of the most popular and I was just a face in the crowd.

You wore the best smile and so I was hooked.

And yet deep down I know that having you is close to impossible so I admired you from afar.

But the inevitable happened the next time we met.

You said hello and introduced yourself.

My mouth muted, my eyes glared.

My whole body shouted with sheer nervousness and so I walked away.

You scared me in the most beautiful way.

But you were persistent and so for the second time you came back and ask for my name.

Everything around me muted. Our eyes met. It was as if we were frozen to savour that moment.

And just like that. Our beautiful story started.

A love story I wish God could let me rewrite.

How could I not when those days were full of hope and dreams?

Those days so ancient yet so vividly marked in my mind.

Those memories so beautifully carved in my heart.

But it was your big dreams, your love for freedom and for your country that what separated us first.

Distance separated us when you left to full fill your dream on becoming a great soldier.

And things were never the same again.

Or maybe I was just hurt that you never really told me about your plan on joining the military.

I thought we shared plans?

How could you keep an important detail to me?

Still I tried to understand and supported you all the way.

Your absence however, didn’t answer my questions.

And as much as I tried to wait, the glitter of all the worldly pleasures enticed me.

But could you really blame me when I was just a girl trying to enjoy her youth?

And the truth is, your absence led me to experience liberty.

Although I never see it coming my grip on our plans and my promise to wait for you slowly slipped away from my hands.

I decided to explore the worldly things while you worked your way on attaining your ambitions.

We then grew apart.

I found myself not needing you anymore.

Those dreams we build shredded into pieces.

My mind focused on having a good time.

Every promised forgotten including the word goodbye.

I moved on while you were left wondering, full of questions left unanswered.

Yet as I go about my life, I slowly realized how much I lost.

I never met someone better than the man I left.

I never found love better than the one I gave away.

Years had passed but I still find myself replaying every moment that we’ve shared.

Wishing for a rare second chance.

Questioning myself, what if, what if I waited. Would it still be us until now?

Were we able to full fill our dreams if only I held on to our promises tighter?

But I have no answers and so I would tell myself to just let go.

But how could I forget the only man I have ever loved?

How could I forget a beautiful story so full of unique shades of different memories?

A story so precious yet so painful to remember.

And then I realized that beautiful love stories does not necessarily have a happy ending.

Sometimes these stories have happier journey than destination.

Sometimes it’s the beginning of a story that makes it more priceless and not the ending.

Or maybe this is our happy ending, a treasure of beautiful memories.

 

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Much love❤️❤️??,

Arlene Kischaen Aboli