I walked onto the street, with moon glowing softly above. Her sudden reappearance had triggered a dislocation in my head. Call it schizophrenia; I could see her everywhere, laughing and teasing. She was mocking me for being such a fool, for believing that she would never show up and for thinking that I could forever cage my love for her in the tiniest corners of my heart. She was no more a myth like I had convinced myself ages ago, she was real and she was back. All her memories were playing in my head on an endless loop, like a series of blurred images on a badly screwed up tape.
For years I had been an abstraction, an entity of deception for the world. Though most of them had me in their good books, they had never met the real me. I had let a person live a programmed life for me. But now that she was about to pull the mask off my face, they will all see the real person concealed within, the not so strong, vulnerable person I actually was. It was time to face the reality I had been running from for so long, time to face the demons of the past.
I had loved her since the first time I laid eyes on her, she was the most beautiful girl I had ever known. She had this angelic aura around her which always mesmerised me. And she had vanished before I could even have confessed my love to her. But she never really left; I had lived each and every memory of her again and again, until the time they brought me to the edge of madness. I had to let her go for the sake of sanity. And she was back now, yet she was still an unattainable dream...
I tried to close my eyes, but couldn’t get her image off my mind. I walked up further to the bridge and looked into the stream of water flowing underneath. There she was again, her face glimmering in the pale moonlight. I could hear her calling my name and this time I couldn’t hold myself back. People might say that I took my own life, but truth be told I only submitted myself to her. And for the first time in my life, I felt free.
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