Love Story.

06/10/2009

2 years back today she made a promise to a man. It was a cold calm night, and love was in the air. She's been feeling down for quite some time, she had just been through rough patches in her life, and he was just there at the right time, at the right place. Like a knight, she'd like to think, coming to save her from her heartache she was having, to keep her from drowning in her own tears, in short to bring her back to life. She knows that now, that is exactly why God sent her this sweet, noble, caring man even if it was just for awhile. Because that is just what she needed. A strong figure for her to lean on, to call her own. The sense of belonging to someone. To get her faith in love back in her soul. And so, on that memorable magical night, she made a promise, she promised to learn to love him if he would do the same in return. Because she knew so little of him at that time, and yet she felt like she could trust him. She knew, somewhere among the broken pieces of her heart she just knew, that his intention was pure, and he'll never ever hurt her. And with that instinct she made the promise. And for two years she did try to love him, she did everything within her power to mend her broken heart so that she could give it to him whole, she did try to make him be the one, the only one, the last one. But she failed. She did love him, but she didn't love him enough. It's not that she had broken the promise that she made, she did tried as promised, but fate has better things in store for them. The path that they walked down that night was not the wrong one, it just led them to a different place. A place where they have to go on their separate ways. And as the saying goes, it's not the destination that matters, it's the journey. And a beautiful journey it was. Today, the man is no longer hers to call upon. Today, the man is free from the bitterness of her heart. Today, she is alone.