She ran along the beach, laughing. When she looked back and me and smiled, my heart stopped. The sun hit her at just the right angle. I envied it because it was caressing her face. The hands holding the camcorder ached to hold her instead. I forced myself to concentrate on my task. I wanted to capture every moment.
Surrounded by sand and sea, we were in paradise. As I watched her dancing, her arms spread out like a bird’s wings clad in that swimsuit that drove me crazy, I thought of what a lucky guy I was.
Yes, I was a lucky guy. I married the woman of my dreams and we were blissfully happy until that day when fate intruded upon our happiness and snatched her away from me. I sit here now on the beach, thinking of her and missing her. It’s a grey and dismal day, reflective of how I am feeling inside. The sea seems angry. I close my eyes and think of that day when we were walking along the water’s edge on a beautiful beach, our future ahead of us. Not once did it ever occur to me that a year later, she would be gone from my life forever.
Yes, fate dealt me a cruel and heavy blow which has knocked me down. I don’t know if I will ever be able to get up again. I can’t imagine going on without her. She was my life, my world and now she’s gone, leaving this emptiness behind. I don’t know how long I will sit here and listen to the waves or the cries of the seagulls. Right now, I can’t face going back to an empty apartment.
There is no armour against fate – JAMES SHIRLEY, The Contention of Ajax and Ulysses
2 thoughts on “Thinking of Her”
Poignant story. When these things happen one believes this sadness will ever end. Another good write.
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Yes. They feel as if they are in that perpetual tunnel of darkness with no light at the end. Thank you 🙂