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This is the final part of a small collection of stories I have been posting on this forum lately. It began with “A Smile,” was followed by “Love or Success” which then led to “Over” and now onto this. To really enjoy this it’d be better if you read the previous three, but that would be asking a lot.
Oh yeah, and make sure you’re listening to slow music when you read it, Del Amitri’s “Driving with the Brakes on” is a perfect choice. ;D
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I stood motionless by her gravestone, remembering. Masses of flowers surrounded the marble stone, but I had not brought any. It wasn’t the way I wished to commemorate her. I had basically planned what I was going to do that day, I had a schedule in my head. But I soon got rid of this, as the emotion rushed over me like a massive tidal wave. I broke down into tears, but it felt good.
You only get one life, and a lot of mine had been spent with this woman. From the first day I met her, my life changed completely. What if that fateful day, I had never decided to go out? What if we’d been standing a few feet further from each-other? Would we have spoken a word?
My teenage years were spent yearning for her. Every hour of everyday I thought of her, and she was in my dreams every night. When she smiled at me that day, I was in heaven. I was riding the crest of a wave. And that smile, that one smile, changed the whole direction of my life. Unbelievable! How could a tiny muscle movement like that have such massive consequences?
I looked up from the gravestone, and into the never-ending blue that was the sky. Earlier it had been dark and cloudy with patches of rain, but as I stood by this fallen angel’s body, the sun shone brightly. My frail hands reached into my pocket, and I took hold of the piece of paper.
The prime of my life had been spent with her. When I wasn’t at work, we spent almost all our time together. We didn’t have many friends, but we preferred it that way. Other people could have broken our relationship. That idea seemed stupid now though, and I smiled wryly as I looked at what it read on the gravestone. Nothing special. Just her name, and the usual stuff about being a loving wife.
I suddenly became angry. It wasn’t enough! What was written there was no where near enough! She was special, why didn’t they write more? Hell, why didn’t they write a book about her! Even the most evil of people have a couple of lines written about them on the piece of rock that signified their death, so surely she should deserve more!?
I quickly calmed myself, knowing that no one but me needed to know what she was really like. A few words wouldn’t change my feelings for the girl I’d fancied, and the woman I’d loved.
If I’d known many people, they would have still asked why we split up. It may seem strange, and in a way it was. If we loved each-other so much, why not live together? It made our relationship more special, was my answer.
We never saw each-other again. That was the reason. It meant that, every time I thought of her, even more emotions rose up inside of me. I used to sit in my chair and just think of her, missing her. Our relationship was even more important than it was before, because I knew she was doing the same.
And now she was gone. At first I wasn’t too sure what to do, but I knew I had to see her grave. Her final resting place. As I’ve said, I didn’t need flowers or cards to show what she meant to me. Before I’ve said that feelings and actions can prove more than words ever can, but this time was different. I pulled the piece of paper out of my pocket and took one final look at it, and the words written on it.
“I loved you, and you were my life. I will be seeing you soon, where you shall be my afterlife too.”
My final tear blotted one of the words, but it didn’t matter. She would understand. I rested the paper against the marble, and turned away, knowing that the next time I visit the graveyard, it would be for my own funeral. I look forward to it.
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Thanks for reading, Ant.
Oh yeah, and make sure you’re listening to slow music when you read it, Del Amitri’s “Driving with the Brakes on” is a perfect choice. ;D
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I stood motionless by her gravestone, remembering. Masses of flowers surrounded the marble stone, but I had not brought any. It wasn’t the way I wished to commemorate her. I had basically planned what I was going to do that day, I had a schedule in my head. But I soon got rid of this, as the emotion rushed over me like a massive tidal wave. I broke down into tears, but it felt good.
You only get one life, and a lot of mine had been spent with this woman. From the first day I met her, my life changed completely. What if that fateful day, I had never decided to go out? What if we’d been standing a few feet further from each-other? Would we have spoken a word?
My teenage years were spent yearning for her. Every hour of everyday I thought of her, and she was in my dreams every night. When she smiled at me that day, I was in heaven. I was riding the crest of a wave. And that smile, that one smile, changed the whole direction of my life. Unbelievable! How could a tiny muscle movement like that have such massive consequences?
I looked up from the gravestone, and into the never-ending blue that was the sky. Earlier it had been dark and cloudy with patches of rain, but as I stood by this fallen angel’s body, the sun shone brightly. My frail hands reached into my pocket, and I took hold of the piece of paper.
The prime of my life had been spent with her. When I wasn’t at work, we spent almost all our time together. We didn’t have many friends, but we preferred it that way. Other people could have broken our relationship. That idea seemed stupid now though, and I smiled wryly as I looked at what it read on the gravestone. Nothing special. Just her name, and the usual stuff about being a loving wife.
I suddenly became angry. It wasn’t enough! What was written there was no where near enough! She was special, why didn’t they write more? Hell, why didn’t they write a book about her! Even the most evil of people have a couple of lines written about them on the piece of rock that signified their death, so surely she should deserve more!?
I quickly calmed myself, knowing that no one but me needed to know what she was really like. A few words wouldn’t change my feelings for the girl I’d fancied, and the woman I’d loved.
If I’d known many people, they would have still asked why we split up. It may seem strange, and in a way it was. If we loved each-other so much, why not live together? It made our relationship more special, was my answer.
We never saw each-other again. That was the reason. It meant that, every time I thought of her, even more emotions rose up inside of me. I used to sit in my chair and just think of her, missing her. Our relationship was even more important than it was before, because I knew she was doing the same.
And now she was gone. At first I wasn’t too sure what to do, but I knew I had to see her grave. Her final resting place. As I’ve said, I didn’t need flowers or cards to show what she meant to me. Before I’ve said that feelings and actions can prove more than words ever can, but this time was different. I pulled the piece of paper out of my pocket and took one final look at it, and the words written on it.
“I loved you, and you were my life. I will be seeing you soon, where you shall be my afterlife too.”
My final tear blotted one of the words, but it didn’t matter. She would understand. I rested the paper against the marble, and turned away, knowing that the next time I visit the graveyard, it would be for my own funeral. I look forward to it.
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Thanks for reading, Ant.
Missing people. I know that feelig very well. All to well in fact.
Powerful.
Powerful.
This is the final part of a small collection of stories I have been posting on this forum lately. It began with “A Smile,” was followed by “Love or Success” which then led to “Over” and now onto this. To really enjoy this it’d be better if you read the previous three, but that would be asking a lot.
Oh yeah, and make sure you’re listening to slow music when you read it, Del Amitri’s “Driving with the Brakes on” is a perfect choice. ;D
___________________________
I stood motionless by her gravestone, remembering. Masses of flowers surrounded the marble stone, but I had not brought any. It wasn’t the way I wished to commemorate her. I had basically planned what I was going to do that day, I had a schedule in my head. But I soon got rid of this, as the emotion rushed over me like a massive tidal wave. I broke down into tears, but it felt good.
You only get one life, and a lot of mine had been spent with this woman. From the first day I met her, my life changed completely. What if that fateful day, I had never decided to go out? What if we’d been standing a few feet further from each-other? Would we have spoken a word?
My teenage years were spent yearning for her. Every hour of everyday I thought of her, and she was in my dreams every night. When she smiled at me that day, I was in heaven. I was riding the crest of a wave. And that smile, that one smile, changed the whole direction of my life. Unbelievable! How could a tiny muscle movement like that have such massive consequences?
I looked up from the gravestone, and into the never-ending blue that was the sky. Earlier it had been dark and cloudy with patches of rain, but as I stood by this fallen angel’s body, the sun shone brightly. My frail hands reached into my pocket, and I took hold of the piece of paper.
The prime of my life had been spent with her. When I wasn’t at work, we spent almost all our time together. We didn’t have many friends, but we preferred it that way. Other people could have broken our relationship. That idea seemed stupid now though, and I smiled wryly as I looked at what it read on the gravestone. Nothing special. Just her name, and the usual stuff about being a loving wife.
I suddenly became angry. It wasn’t enough! What was written there was no where near enough! She was special, why didn’t they write more? Hell, why didn’t they write a book about her! Even the most evil of people have a couple of lines written about them on the piece of rock that signified their death, so surely she should deserve more!?
I quickly calmed myself, knowing that no one but me needed to know what she was really like. A few words wouldn’t change my feelings for the girl I’d fancied, and the woman I’d loved.
If I’d known many people, they would have still asked why we split up. It may seem strange, and in a way it was. If we loved each-other so much, why not live together? It made our relationship more special, was my answer.
We never saw each-other again. That was the reason. It meant that, every time I thought of her, even more emotions rose up inside of me. I used to sit in my chair and just think of her, missing her. Our relationship was even more important than it was before, because I knew she was doing the same.
And now she was gone. At first I wasn’t too sure what to do, but I knew I had to see her grave. Her final resting place. As I’ve said, I didn’t need flowers or cards to show what she meant to me. Before I’ve said that feelings and actions can prove more than words ever can, but this time was different. I pulled the piece of paper out of my pocket and took one final look at it, and the words written on it.
“I loved you, and you were my life. I will be seeing you soon, where you shall be my afterlife too.”
My final tear blotted one of the words, but it didn’t matter. She would understand. I rested the paper against the marble, and turned away, knowing that the next time I visit the graveyard, it would be for my own funeral. I look forward to it.
_________________________________
Thanks for reading, Ant.
Oh yeah, and make sure you’re listening to slow music when you read it, Del Amitri’s “Driving with the Brakes on” is a perfect choice. ;D
___________________________
I stood motionless by her gravestone, remembering. Masses of flowers surrounded the marble stone, but I had not brought any. It wasn’t the way I wished to commemorate her. I had basically planned what I was going to do that day, I had a schedule in my head. But I soon got rid of this, as the emotion rushed over me like a massive tidal wave. I broke down into tears, but it felt good.
You only get one life, and a lot of mine had been spent with this woman. From the first day I met her, my life changed completely. What if that fateful day, I had never decided to go out? What if we’d been standing a few feet further from each-other? Would we have spoken a word?
My teenage years were spent yearning for her. Every hour of everyday I thought of her, and she was in my dreams every night. When she smiled at me that day, I was in heaven. I was riding the crest of a wave. And that smile, that one smile, changed the whole direction of my life. Unbelievable! How could a tiny muscle movement like that have such massive consequences?
I looked up from the gravestone, and into the never-ending blue that was the sky. Earlier it had been dark and cloudy with patches of rain, but as I stood by this fallen angel’s body, the sun shone brightly. My frail hands reached into my pocket, and I took hold of the piece of paper.
The prime of my life had been spent with her. When I wasn’t at work, we spent almost all our time together. We didn’t have many friends, but we preferred it that way. Other people could have broken our relationship. That idea seemed stupid now though, and I smiled wryly as I looked at what it read on the gravestone. Nothing special. Just her name, and the usual stuff about being a loving wife.
I suddenly became angry. It wasn’t enough! What was written there was no where near enough! She was special, why didn’t they write more? Hell, why didn’t they write a book about her! Even the most evil of people have a couple of lines written about them on the piece of rock that signified their death, so surely she should deserve more!?
I quickly calmed myself, knowing that no one but me needed to know what she was really like. A few words wouldn’t change my feelings for the girl I’d fancied, and the woman I’d loved.
If I’d known many people, they would have still asked why we split up. It may seem strange, and in a way it was. If we loved each-other so much, why not live together? It made our relationship more special, was my answer.
We never saw each-other again. That was the reason. It meant that, every time I thought of her, even more emotions rose up inside of me. I used to sit in my chair and just think of her, missing her. Our relationship was even more important than it was before, because I knew she was doing the same.
And now she was gone. At first I wasn’t too sure what to do, but I knew I had to see her grave. Her final resting place. As I’ve said, I didn’t need flowers or cards to show what she meant to me. Before I’ve said that feelings and actions can prove more than words ever can, but this time was different. I pulled the piece of paper out of my pocket and took one final look at it, and the words written on it.
“I loved you, and you were my life. I will be seeing you soon, where you shall be my afterlife too.”
My final tear blotted one of the words, but it didn’t matter. She would understand. I rested the paper against the marble, and turned away, knowing that the next time I visit the graveyard, it would be for my own funeral. I look forward to it.
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Thanks for reading, Ant.