These Stories Of Ours

Lover's Farewell

I look into his eyes as tears begin to fall down from mine. Those warm brown eyes that I love so much were the reason for my tears. I grip on the handle of my luggage, hoping for God to give me strength. I knew this day would come sooner or later, but I still wished that it wouldn't come. How foolish of me.

"You better go," he whispered. I shook my head, and he planted a kiss on my forehead before wrapping me into a tight embrace. I never want to let go. I want everything to stop and just freeze. He eventually let goes of me and looks around the crowded airport. He smiled. "You should be happy that you'll get to go back home, right?"

"I should," I said, "but if going home means that I won't see you again then I don't want to go home." He just laughs at me but I can see the glistening tears in his eyes. "Call me childish all you want, but this month has been the best month of my life," I tell him, "I don't think I want it to end."

"I don't want it to end as well, but think about your family, your education, your friends," he tells me, "they need you more than I do." He then steps back from me. "Go," he said, "you only have fifteen minutes to catch your flight."

I turned around and knew that he was right. I begin to walk fast, hoping that the pace would make my breaking heart hurt less.

"I love you, Juliet!" I hear him shout. More tears start to fall. Why? Why tell me that now?

It has been seven years since I last saw him. I got into two relationships during those years, but none of them could compare to that one month that I spent with him. I want to see him again, but I'm afraid that he won't remember me or want to see me. He has probably found another lover and forgotten about me.

I came back to the city where we met. Everything still looks the same. "Why am I here," I constantly ask myself. I don't know the answer to this.

I found the beautiful bridge where lovers would often come to. I remember being here with him during my stay. I looked at the breathtaking view that it offers and nostalgia fills me. There was only one thing missing though.

"Juliet?" I hear a familiar voice and my heart stops. Is it really him? I turn around and see once again the warm brown eyes of his. He is wearing a business attire and carrying a suitcase.

I wanted to say something, anything, but why could I not? The next thing I knew, he dropped his suitcase and walked towards me. He cups my face with his hands and places a gentle kiss on my lips.

When we pulled apart, I can feel my tears fall down. "I love you," I whispered.

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Inspiration:

I got the idea from a tv show. Yes, this actually happened in a tv show called "Find my First Love" or something like that. It's a very cheesy show where lovers unite after many years of not seeing or hearing from each other.

Author's Notes

Who said no one can have a happy ending?