Literature

A Sudden Leave

And there she went. On her way to mystifying whereabouts and places he didn’t know. All he could do was worry. And worry he did, feeling nothing but the void his life had been cursed with after her leave.

Her absence, after all, conflicted his poor and fragile heart, causing him a sense of loss.

In her defence, though, this was a sentiment he had felt throughout the many moons he spent in longing and solitude. Times only made worse by the bewitching effect she had upon him.

In fact, it only took her one smile. One goddamn smile with those cute, big-sized cheeks of hers for him to lose his balance in the form a candid blush. And adding to her charms was her stare. So penetrating and enchanting. Oh, he couldn’t come to his senses once he had a look at her. And, in the process, he’d lose his sense of self without seeming to care when it’d be coming back.

The conversations that ensued would then be filled with excitement, for every one of his lover’s comments was in possession of something grand. His mind could only get filled with the many wonders and insights that only in hers were to be found.

In his eyes, she was heaven in a wild flower, eternity in an hour. Ultimately, the personification of a promising and joyful future. It was clear she meant the world to him. And, after all these years, she was the fundamental piece to his existential puzzle.

He was obsessed with her. And he couldn’t allow himself any longer the displeasure of starting and finishing his days without having her presence.

Every little second with her mattered to him in exponential ways and even a simple two-hour long absence was a matter of sorrow and dread.

Thus it was only in her that his life, once pertained by grey skies, became colourful. For, regardless of all the uncertainties, only with her did things made any sensible sense.

She was the turning point. The cause behind a brand new definition to life and the structure in which it took shape.

And as it was, if you asked him, she could only be described as EVERYTHING.


Adaptation of a text originally written by Luís E. Vieira.

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