It’s raining. She always hated the rain but today for some reason she found herself listening to the sounds of raindrops falling on the pavement. She know she must look strange, in the middle of the park, soaking wet and trembling, but there’s no one around to see her . So she just cries. She remembers brighter days when life was clear and she knew which direction to take, those days are gone, everything changed the moment she choose. Choose between the love she had and the one she wanted, the one she couldn’t have.
Love is funny like this, you barely can choose who your heart longs for and normally it doesn’t go for the easy love. Her heart just has a tendency to choose the unrequited love, the tortured one. Sometimes she thinks she loves to suffer, that she is some kind of masochist, but the truth is that she is a really pure, she needs perfection in love she is not capable of committing to anything other, because she doesn’t want you to suffer, she doesn’t want you to feel wronged and that is why she left.
Thinking about this is not making her feel any better therefore she chooses to go home. Life is made by those little tiny choices you make, they lead you to different paths, she’s hopeful that for once one of her elections is going to give her the happiness she wants. She is starting to despair and musing about the wrongness of the path she has chosen.
In the corner she sees a black clad figure looking at her, amidst the rain and her own tears she can’t recognize the person, but the figure approaches slowly to her and opens an umbrella.
-I don’t want you to get sick. Let’s go home.
Just like that the sun is shining in her heart, it shines so bright that she’s blinded by her own exultation. It looks as though she has finally made the right choice and life couldn’t seem better.
It’s raining again, she loves it now. She likes to spend the day outdoors with her love, reminiscing the day when it all started. The road has been edgy but pleasant so far, decisions are always difficult to make, but sometimes you have to stand for what you believe. And when it’s love you can never loose.
2 comments:
Is like a backs book!!!
And please continue writing, you have a big fan here..
For those of you who don't know, the expression a "backs book" was invented by Mr. Cute Enginer and refers to a certain type of books. The romantic novels in which in every cover there's a women or mens back. Since we usually say it in Spanish the traduction is somewhat liberal.
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