She loved him and he was perhaps the love of her life. Her dreams were beginning to take shape and all she wanted to have, had him always in it.
But he broke it off. There was no rhyme in his decision and no rhythm. He left her to fall like a rock thrown from a very high cliff.
It shattered and scattered all across the sinking sand. Months went by where she laid in the same place of her drowning. His waters could not escape her lungs.
She would sit in the dark and go over everything she ever did and wondered if she had done things differently, perhaps he would still love her and still had a glow of loving flow for her in his heart.
I tried to comfort her miserable condition but most of my comfort was done in hours of silent service.
Sometimes I was near and at times far away but she was always in my heart and in my prayers.
Poor Lucy, poor poor Lucy I often thought. Only if she didn't love him so much. Only if she could learn to rise above her feelings and counsel herself with encouraging words, then she would have soon got over this.
But not everyone is as stoic as me or as optimistic or pessimistic that in whatever the case might be, life must go on and sooner or later we all die and that this is just the way of the world.
K.Oni
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