My Mind

Love and Loss

Imagine yourself in a room, just you. No chairs or desks not even a bed. There is also no light, no window and no way out.

There is a locked door from which a person came in through. They held a candle in their hands and you could see their face in the shadows. They had a smile and a friendly glint in their eye. They place the candle in the center of the room and leave.

The room is now filled with the flickering shadows of the candlelight. Days go by and you are still in that room, the candle stayed the same size the whole time but goes out now.

A person enters the room, same one as before but this time they have a chair. They put it in the corner of the room and walk out. As they do so, the candle lights up once again. The room began to smell nice, kinda like home. You slept in the chair that night.

The next day the same person enters the room a third time and they have a window with them. They place it on the wall and the room was filled with a soft white glow, which added to the flickering of the candle. You don't notice them leaving the room.

Every day after that they came and sat with you to talk for hours. With each passing day the conversations getting more and more personal.

One day you told them a secret. A kind of secret nobody should bear, but you trusted them with your life, whatever was left of it anyway. From that day on they were more careful with their words but the gifts kept coming.

Your room was now filled with light that splashed every corner. A beautiful loft bed stood in the corner with a desk and chair beneath it. In another corner was a night stand with a teddy bear and a candle that refused to go out. The floors were covered in a soft carpet that no matter what always smelled nice and wall paper covered the concrete walls.

You wanted the person to stay with you, to let you return the favors they have presented you. You told them this one day " i see" was all they said. The usual glint leaving their eyes was replaced with grief and the thought of a distant memory.

They next day nobody came. They stopped coming to see you and one by one their gifts disappeared. The last one of all to disappear was the candle. Until one day it's small flickering light turned off too.

Once again, you were surrounded by shadows. The darkness was crushing. The silence deafening. The emptiness was numbing. The love was missing and so were they.