This epilogue is also inspired by ‘Breathe Again’ a song by Sara Bareilles. You can listen to it here.
Warm wind’s blowing. Loud silence’s piercing. With blank mind and an about-to-burst heart, I remained still as I look at your grave.
Our story ended, more than five years ago. On that fateful autumn, when I waited for you. But you never waited for me.
I admit. I am in denial, for five years. I never visited that bench, I never stepped my feet on that park, not until…
I almost died.
And you came to fetch me, or my soul, or whatever I am on that moment.
I almost said yes. Yes, I want to die then and there with you. I want to be with you. I want to feel your lips again. I want to badly feel your love again.
With broken ribs, fractured arm, and almost cracked skull, who would know I will not die?
It’s a miracle, some says. But for me, my miracle happened six months after I was back to life.
It happened when I cannot move. It happened when I can’t even eat. It happened when I can’t even do anything. It happened when I realized that this is how it feels to die.
It happened when I realized that I want to live again.
Live as in live, not live like a breathing zombie that I was for so many years.
I still… miss you… my love.
I still… want to… be with you.
But I guess…
it’s now time…
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DAY 7 of 50 Days of Gratefulness
Like what I have said before, A Reading Writer has been a way better blog since I joined Writing 101 and Writing 201. My creative juices are now free flowing because of the prompts that you have shared to me and the rest of my classmates. 🙂
So thank you!
Tagging some of my awesome classmates turned friends who might love to read this: