Hey my love, where have you gone?
Love approached me within the prime time time of my youth but the episodes that followed this path of love let me to cherish her for only a short time. She was like a stimulating painting which brought multicolored hue in my life. She brought about a noticeable change in me from that cold-hearted James to a warm James. I met her on a rainy day at the bus stop, seeing I was irritated by the rain, she offered me one of her umbrellas with a glistening look. I was very captivated by her that my heart started to beat faster. And later to my luck, I came to know that she was in my college. The time spent with Clara, the love of my life, was the most blissful time of my life. The advancing rays of sunshine which were emitted from her kept me cheerful. A hunch of agitation covered me up whenever she was around and I used to avoid her, but a glimpse of her charming face and her gleaming smile made my day. Certain circumstances made us to come closer to each other. As time went by, we became good friends. I shared my first kiss with her while we were sitting undera shady tree when I saw her twirling her hair with her fingers, smiling brightly, and the light sunbeam falling on her face, giving her face a shimmering glow. She was looking drop dead gorgeous. I stroked her hair and patted her shoulder with great tenderness and we gazed at each other with expressive eyes full of adoration for a couple of seconds It was the first time I touched a woman. I could no longer resist my urge of kissing her. I grabbed her neck gentlyand pulled her closer to my chest only to get our lips touched. I felt her exiqusite skin like poreclain as my fingers caressed her cheeks and her lips were rosy and soft as silk, which tasted like the most sweetest honey I've ever savoured in my life. I was astounded to see her immersed in the kiss as well and thus we shared our first kiss. I became confirmed she liked me. I now think I should've confessed to her right there that moment. She was an angel who had a radiant smile on her face all the time which made me zestful always when I was with her. I did not like when other guys greeted her. My innocent envious statements made way to her hidden smiles. My happiness lied within her happiness. The more time passed the more I wanted to be close with her. Her tears were like glossy pearls falling down her face which I got to see when I injured myself once. We tumbled down as she dashed into my arms placing herself atop of me to examine my face if anything bad had occurred. She sighed with ease to see that nothing serious had happened. My pain from the injuries had vanished as soon as she took me in her embrace. Shenursed my wounds benevolently. Her eyes spoke of unexpressed fondness accompanied with attentive caring hands. I eyeballed her each and every action. She gave me a mouthful of words to not injure myself, however my puppy face made her laugh and she enfolded her arms around me, making me hug her tightly. I could feel the warmth of her body.This growing feeling of endearment and affection along with eagerness at our tug our heartstrings. It seemed obvious to me that she hadfallen in love with me. I planned to give her a humble confession along with a bouquet of flowers the next day. Now I realise that, it would've have been better if I had admitted my feelings to her on that day itself without flowers. The events of the days that followed was tremendously distressing on me. She simply disappeared into thin air with no trace. Nobody could provide me details about her. I searched her everywhere I could but she was nowhere to be found. On dropping by her home, I was informed that she had moved out by the landlady but with no more information. From that day onwards she never returned back to me. The pages of my diary were filled about her with shedding tears of heartache. There were nights when I sobbed in pain thinking of her. She was the most marvellous gift of God for me. Even though I was able to relish her company for a brief time, but she was entirely mine for that time. Through these evocative memories, I can still feel her scent surrounding me. Here I am in my thirties crying my heart out everyday wondering about her. I made a vow to myself that I can be only hers in this lifetime. I still visualize about that moment when she'll come racing in my arms and become mine again. I will never be incautious if that fantasy takes place in reality. I would never let her run away again from me. All she left me was vivid memories about us which makes me feel more abandoned. The more time passes, the more I become smitten with her. Our luckless yet euphoric story of endless love will continue forever.
Love approached me within the prime time time of my youth but the episodes that followed this path of love let me to cherish her for only a short time. She was like a stimulating painting which brought multicolored hue in my life. She brought about a noticeable change in me from that cold-hearted James to a warm James. I met her on a rainy day at the bus stop, seeing I was irritated by the rain, she offered me one of her umbrellas with a glistening look. I was very captivated by her that my heart started to beat faster. And later to my luck, I came to know that she was in my college. The time spent with Clara, the love of my life, was the most blissful time of my life. The advancing rays of sunshine which were emitted from her kept me cheerful. A hunch of agitation covered me up whenever she was around and I used to avoid her, but a glimpse of her charming face and her gleaming smile made my day. Certain circumstances made us to come closer to each other. As time went by, we became good friends. I shared my first kiss with her while we were sitting undera shady tree when I saw her twirling her hair with her fingers, smiling brightly, and the light sunbeam falling on her face, giving her face a shimmering glow. She was looking drop dead gorgeous. I stroked her hair and patted her shoulder with great tenderness and we gazed at each other with expressive eyes full of adoration for a couple of seconds It was the first time I touched a woman. I could no longer resist my urge of kissing her. I grabbed her neck gentlyand pulled her closer to my chest only to get our lips touched. I felt her exiqusite skin like poreclain as my fingers caressed her cheeks and her lips were rosy and soft as silk, which tasted like the most sweetest honey I've ever savoured in my life. I was astounded to see her immersed in the kiss as well and thus we shared our first kiss. I became confirmed she liked me. I now think I should've confessed to her right there that moment. She was an angel who had a radiant smile on her face all the time which made me zestful always when I was with her. I did not like when other guys greeted her. My innocent envious statements made way to her hidden smiles. My happiness lied within her happiness. The more time passed the more I wanted to be close with her. Her tears were like glossy pearls falling down her face which I got to see when I injured myself once. We tumbled down as she dashed into my arms placing herself atop of me to examine my face if anything bad had occurred. She sighed with ease to see that nothing serious had happened. My pain from the injuries had vanished as soon as she took me in her embrace. Shenursed my wounds benevolently. Her eyes spoke of unexpressed fondness accompanied with attentive caring hands. I eyeballed her each and every action. She gave me a mouthful of words to not injure myself, however my puppy face made her laugh and she enfolded her arms around me, making me hug her tightly. I could feel the warmth of her body.This growing feeling of endearment and affection along with eagerness at our tug our heartstrings. It seemed obvious to me that she hadfallen in love with me. I planned to give her a humble confession along with a bouquet of flowers the next day. Now I realise that, it would've have been better if I had admitted my feelings to her on that day itself without flowers. The events of the days that followed was tremendously distressing on me. She simply disappeared into thin air with no trace. Nobody could provide me details about her. I searched her everywhere I could but she was nowhere to be found. On dropping by her home, I was informed that she had moved out by the landlady but with no more information. From that day onwards she never returned back to me. The pages of my diary were filled about her with shedding tears of heartache. There were nights when I sobbed in pain thinking of her. She was the most marvellous gift of God for me. Even though I was able to relish her company for a brief time, but she was entirely mine for that time. Through these evocative memories, I can still feel her scent surrounding me. Here I am in my thirties crying my heart out everyday wondering about her. I made a vow to myself that I can be only hers in this lifetime. I still visualize about that moment when she'll come racing in my arms and become mine again. I will never be incautious if that fantasy takes place in reality. I would never let her run away again from me. All she left me was vivid memories about us which makes me feel more abandoned. The more time passes, the more I become smitten with her. Our luckless yet euphoric story of endless love will continue forever.
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