One missed chance

As I lie on my bed, thinking of the last two years of my life, as sense of grief struck me when I realized that I had missed an opportunity to make something meaningful out of my relationship with V. Had I choose a different path I now walk on, I began to wonder what life would be like share with V. I missed her so much that it's impossible for me to not think of her even for a day.

What do I miss about her? Well for one thing, her long dark curly tresses, her sparkling eyes, her precious smile, her wells of laughter, her smooth skin and gentle touch. Sufficed to say, her presence alone would make my heart skip a beat or two. My mouth would dry up, my hand trembles ever so slightly at her touch.

We would go out every weekend, partying at the local clubs - sometimes we would stay in and watch a movie, after a light vegetarian dinner I cooked for her. There were walks too, to the parks and other interesting places she knew in town (I admit, I'm not as adventurous as I let people know)...is this what people call love? If so, those feelings have subsided to the point where I can't feel a thing for anyone, anymore.

This numbness was replaced by the sarcasm I would display to the people around me, which would then comeback to bite my behind.

The point is, I miss V. I don't think I've ever met someone like her - gentle and graceful V. All that's left in my heart of hearts, is the emptiness that threatens to engulf my life. I know I should try hard to relieve this nothingness, yet the more I struggle against it, the more I asphyxiate. I crave to meet her, even though she might have moved on, for one last time. Perhaps someday I will.

Till then, I suppose I'll have to trudge along - alone!