Chapter 1
I still ponder over why she left, "till death do us apart", weren't those our vows to each other? And yet we are both very much alive! She even knew my nightmares revolved on her leaving me or the thought of her ever being with another man. I have since learnt how to swim to try and save myself from the flood of tears that fills the room every time, I smell her unforgettable sweet scent on a bed we once shared. I don't think I will ever change, and yet things have changed so drastically since the day her gorgeous shoulder length hair became the last sight i would see to date.
I dream of her, and I can almost feel her in my arms only to wake up to the agony of realising her absence. I cry myself to sleep again, with just the mere hope that i dream of her again. On days it does happen, it is a vicious cycle of chasing fool's gold as the dream smiles turn to reality tears and my everlasting monsoon season continues to fill my ocean. Most say," a part of me died on the day she left", for me it's a cruel slow death that devours me piece by piece every time I think about her, which is every other blink. My life is a Benjamin Button case in reverse, I was born the day I met her and that was my heaven and safe haven. I have been dying since the day she left me and I'm in this hellish inferno that gets hotter by the day.
Why did she ever leave?
