Final Words

Final Words

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One day, when you would be lying on the bed beside someone else, drowsy but happy with your perfect life, you would turn to switch off the bedside lamp and for that one second, you will remember me... 


And I could die again for that one second. That one second would be enough to flood your heart and mind with our memories and what we had with each other. Our small little world which we had put up with so much love and compassion. For that one instant, you will remember my face, baby-like, looking at you expectantly and you will crave my touch on your body just for once. That one second would be enough to fill your heart with the unfulfilled desire of what if...


That what-if is enough to show me the beautiful world we could have created together by defeating destiny. 


But that was long back. 


I was never the perfect wife, the perfect daughter in law and I could never have been the perfect mother to your kids if we would have any. The one lying beside you is all that you dreamt of in your life partner. 


But she could never be the mad mad lover that I was...that I am...She could, and for that matter, nobody else could love you the way I do... And you will miss that wild, passionate, mad, crazy love I had for you and your heart will just skip a beat thinking about what if...


That what-if will drown your heart in the longing for the idea of us... And I could die again for that longing... For the mad unrequited love...


But, I realized it a bit late that love was never enough for you...And that was all I had to offer. I was a broken mess, sealed and rejuvenated by our love. But now I am again broken into a million pieces scattered in and around you, wrapped around your heart because my place now belongs to someone else. 


But one day you will come back to me, In another dimension, some other time, in a different destiny, for a new eternity where love will just be enough for us... Where the broken parts of my heart will be once again mended and this time forever. 


Till that time, I will relish you again in your memories for that one second where you turn to switch off the bedside lamp.


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