The unknown truth

It was late evening and sun was falling down the horizon. As usual I was sitting on the park bench , with my coffee and evening news paper. This bench was at the farther most part of the park, almost near the woods. Other people ignores this place, as they are constantly afraid of the beast which might be living in the darkness of the woods. But this was none of my concern, as loneliness was my constant companion for life. I was sitting there all on my own and I got dragged by the past.

It's been 12 years since my wife,Emma died, bravely fighting her breasts cancer. She won the war against cancer but after one and a half year it came back... This time she lost the battle. And left me in this world of strangers. I still can't get over her death. How can I? Since every single thing around me reminds me of her, reminds me of our days when we were together. I Bitterly regret her death.

Many times I tried to get over her death and tried to accept the cruel reality, but it's like, everytime when I tried to stand up, I fall back even harder than before.

I cut off myself from this world and started living this sorrowful life alone. Emma would not have liked this. But what options I was left with? no one seems to understand me the way she did. She can sense my worries by just Glancing at Me.

But the thought kills me that she is no more beside me to hold my hand and walk me through this darkness. She was my other half, but now all I feel is emptiness in my heart and soul.

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