This is “The End of My Imperfection” Chapter 1

Last night, I was cleaning my drawer and found some papers with some malign words written on it. It was my story ‘bout a girl I met during my college years.. I hope you will love it.

Chapter I
(a narrative of an imperfect affection)

Darkness slowly creeps in like a thief in the night. The sun was lazily drawn beneath the awaiting haven of the west bosom reflecting the different shades of gloomy shadows. I stared at it with a desperate yearning of which I cannot fathom until an invisible force pulled it down and finally vanished out of my sight. The sighing of wind blows cold and whispers to my silent ears reminding me how utterly alone I am sitting on the park bench. This is my place. The venue of my sagacity a long time ago but now I’m a stranger with the weight of the world on my shoulder. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I can hear the murmuring of insects. I knew then it’s another painful beginning of a dark, sleepless, miserable night laying in anguish.

A sudden harrowing pain seized my heart ‘till I felt numb as a snow in the melancholic winter. Alas! If only I am the sun! I will fell no loneliness, no pain, nor envy, and not even a twinge of hatred. For I am the king of the endless sky – everyone exist because of me! I can almost imagine the joyful clouds dancing to my tune and the boastful clouds too scared to even threaten me. I can shine so brightly or be selfish of my light and warmth whoever I desire and no one will dare to blame or hate me. I control the living for without me they all perish. I am the sun, there will be no darkness and the mourning souls that creep in the middle of night will never shed another precious drop of tears.

My heart inside my chest bleeds in despair and frustrations, for I am nothing but a mere human with foolish impossible dream.

For a moment, I closed my eyes to fight the treacherous tears from falling. I felt so wounded, lost, and wasted.

I must be dreaming for I felt a warm sweet-scented, gentle caress on my face. I let it lingered. It felt so warm and it burned the dying embers of my heart. It brought uncontrollable shivers down my spine. I thought it must be the falling leaves but when I opened my eyes, I was far too wrong.  What I saw was the hand of a beautiful woman.  She has the face of an angel .Her face belongs to Aphrodite. I thought she was an illusion but I was wrong. She was warmth in flesh and gazed at me in wonder with those soulful eyes.

She is a masterpiece of beauty. Her face haunted my dreams for so long and her smiles made my heart sing once more. I wish I am the morning dew that kisses her red-rose lips every dawn breaks. I want to wrap myself in her dark raven hair and forget past confusions.

I beg the Almighty to make her mine. Her existence is the essence of my existence.

The first drop of rain awakened my senses. She held my hand and together we ran – carefree and light hearten as children. It was the beginning of a wonderful life for us both… of golden days of loving and giving each other a reason to live. We cherish every single day like it was our last.

We danced under the luminescence of the silver moon surrounded by the twinkling stars. Every moment was perfect as eternity. The tenderness of her hands, the sweetness of her caress, the music in her lips, the scent of her perfume, the magic in her smiles, her comforting thoughts, and her face… of which I have no words left to described – it all defined eternity.

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