True love hurts. They had dated for two years. He introduced her to her first kiss. He wed someone else. She had a dowry. It has now been twenty years. The aches linger still.
It is frustrating, heart-wrenching, painful. she loves him. Thoughts of him consume her at night, when she wakes, the first thoughts in her mind are thoughts of him. She so deeply in love. She's tried to keep her imagination at bay, she's tried to cut the strings. The aches linger. Lonely days turn into months, year, decades. she wonders … what has he been up to. She ponders; "thinking of me perhaps." The notions that she is pining away is just too much.
Almost, he loved her once. He is funny, handsome with laughing eyes. He is the type of guy you cuddle up to. She had always thought that he was the one … He was hers. There was always passion, fire, desire. He always knew the right button to push. Their relationship was one of a kind. It is truly missed; the friendship at most. With him, it was always a banter, a laugh, he is such a tease. Ah, there was always that spark, She used to sometimes get nervous with anticipation when they were closed. There was this peace she used to feel when they were together, when she saw him, and when he was around her. His smile just made the day seem brighter. It is hard to imagine that he no long belongs to her. They are no longer a team. Yet she loves him still.
Her love will not fade away, and when he returns, her love will be waiting. Their love is predestined. He has not gone forever. They have a bond that to this day she still tries so willingly to hold on to her her pinky nail. Never will she ever be over her prince. He is that unforgetable. He has stained her heart like an ink spot on a fabric that will not go away regardless of the solvent. She can not ever hate him. She is not over him. One day their path will cross.
She is waiting for that call, or that email email beckoning her to him. She awaits the day he tells her how much he really does still love her and that it was an error in judgment. He was stupid for ever going astray. They have not spoken. She has not stopped thinking of him. She loves still. His presence lingers. She smells him, she feels him, she kisses, she touches him.
She will not tell him that she is still in love with him. She is saving the "love" stuff for when they are revisited. When he is in her possession once again. In her mind eyes, she can see him thinking of her; she can hear him talking to her; she can watch him looking at her. He is that amazing.
Well, while they have not spoken in a while, her imagination has taken a great many liberties as far as he is concerned. She is a romantic. There will be a reunion. They have a love that binds. Their love is predestined.