One Day...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
One man's struggle with love.

Submitted: May 30, 2008

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The sun slowly disappears below the horizon, the final rays of the day glowing red on the underside of the few clouds that hang in the sky. There is barely a breeze to disturb my vigil, sitting on the cliff-top, staring at the sea. I have been here for hours, waiting, just as I did yesterday and as I will tomorrow. I have been coming here for longer than I care to think about, through foul weather and good, praying that this day will be the one.

I finger the pendant hanging at my neck. I cannot remember I time when I did not wear it. It has become as much a part of me as the heart beating in my chest and no less important. It does not belong to me. She gave it to me with a kiss and asked me to keep it safe until she came. Tears had glistened in her eyes with the promise that she would come. One day. It has been my burden and my salvation ever since.

Fairy tales tell of love, true love, that possesses the soul and transcends all logic. An all-consuming need for another person. We had that. We have that. It was not something we were looking for. It was not something we expected. The whirlwind took us and we were powerless to resist. One look into each others eyes and our destinies were entwined. We both knew it. Never let anyone tell you that love at first sight does not exist. I promise you that it does. I know, I have been there.

Life, however, is not a fairy tale. Duty and responsibility are two words that I now hate above all others. She had hers, and they were not compatible with a happy ever after. She had to make a choice. A harder choice than anyone should ever have to make. Follow the longings of her heart or walk away to avoid hurting people that would never know what sacrifices she made. So she chose, and part of me died.

The pendant she gave to me with a promise that our time would come. I hold on to that promise every day.

I left. I had to. There was not a part of my life that she did not touch in some way and the sense of loss was unbearable whichever way I turned. People, places, it all twisted me. Songs taunted me. Her perfume haunted me. I could not go on. And I could not promise that I could stay away.

So here I am, sitting on a cliff-top on the other side of the world, waiting. I have tried to move on, but there is an emptiness, a hole that cannot be filled. Life is surviving, nothing more. But I do not blame her.

I have left instructions with my family if she should look for me. A letter. Money for a plane ticket. Don't call. Don't write. Just come. Each day I shall be watching the sunset.

I have never missed a day. I sit. I watch. I wait.

It is getting darker now, the pendant glinting softly in my fingers. It was special to her. She wore it the first time we kissed.

I smile to myself, and brush away the tear from my cheek.

Not today.

The grass is getting damp now, but still I refuse to leave. I look at the sea and it looks right back at me. We understand each other. We are both endless. We are both alone.

I close my eyes, my heart thumping in my chest as fingers gently touch my shoulder. My breath catches in my throat. Tears squeeze from my eyes.

It cannot be.

Warm arms encircle me. A body presses against my back as a familiar perfume fills my senses. A hand closes around the pendant, fingers linking with mine. A trembling takes hold.

Soft lips touch my ear and her whisper is a dream. The voice of an angel.

“I am here.”


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