Every time I see his picture, the hazel-colored eyes stare back at me. And there is this intense, palpable pain shaking the very core of my heart- each time.
The very same eyes that did not want or wish to see anyone else for one last time - except me. I was the only image that those eyes wanted to take with it for its final journey. I still feel the pain of seeing the sadness in those eyes - disappointment for leaving me half way.
The very same eyes that did not want or wish to see anyone else for one last time - except me. I was the only image that those eyes wanted to take with it for its final journey. I still feel the pain of seeing the sadness in those eyes - disappointment for leaving me half way.
I recalled the times we spent - filled with contention and happiness in our hearts - despite the bleakness in our future which both of us knew very well. Neither of us, wanted to talk about what will happen. But we knew, what eventually would happen. We lived each day as it comes. Thanking God every day for one more opportunity to be together.
The eyes remind me of the promise I have made to him - the things that I would do or rather, promised to do, when he is no longer there for me. Often I wish, that was not the case though. I feel, the pain I had to endure due to my "circumstances" after losing him is worse than the things I had to go through while he was around. Such is the fate for someone bounded by the rules of community. Something that neither he nor I, expected.
The thing I loved most, was his eyes. So full of hope.
So full of love.
So full of love.
