Broken Heart Under The Gingko Tree

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Crisp wind from outside greets me when i woke up from my nap. The soft wind flowing in through the window and making the white curtains sways back and forth. I looked outside, it was cloudy giving a warning that it will rain in few hours. I pitied those who are outside without umbrella and also felt envious. Envious because i couldn't go anywhere without getting sick. I want to stand under cherry blossom trees on spring. I want to touch those red ,autumn leaves,but i can't anymore.

I didn't cried. Not even after knowing i am going to leave this world. Not even when they told me i have few months to live, no not at all. My tears are all dried up. I m in hospital bed Contemplating  about my life. All alone in a white room.

I cried the day he left me. Tears were the parting gift for both of us. I cried so i can forget him. I tried to forget our broken relationship,but when i sit on that ashy sofa of our rented flat i fell overwhelmed by the memories that flooded my whole being. He taught me how to love but never gave lessons on mending torn heart.
My life wasn't these upsetting it was good,as good as it can be for a 1st year student. New world ,new rules,new friends. It was a concoction  of students who don't give sh*t and students who are so talanted that they inspire you to make more out of your life. Me? I somehow only wants to get my degrees so i can have a decent life,no talent what so ever.

I still remember the day i first met him. It was a sun less afternoon. The bell rang indicating us that the class is over. Each and everyone of us are scurring in the hallway of collage to get out of this melancholy surrounding. I was walking on the thick  sidewalk of the collage compound,blue folder and a story book on my hand when i heard peoples cheering and hovering around a bench. Curiosity forced me to investigate. Suddenly two guys jumped on the bench facing each other ready and determine for something.....and that very moment my breath hitched ...