Short Story Collection

If Only, My Love.

"When the birds no longer sing, when the sparkle in your eyes is gone, when all the flowers in the world die, that's when I'll be going.' His voice rang in my memory. 'You promise?' I remembered saying. 'I do,' he had said... His words always seemed so confident, so sure. He always seemed like he knew exactly what he was doing, even when he was clueless. I could only dream of having that confidence, he was my youth, he was the song to my dance... If only the song didn't have to end. If only the birds could've kept singing, the sparkle in my eye was still here, and all the flowers in the world were still blooming, then he would still be here." Tears flooded her eyes as she gripped the podium tightly, her knees feeling weak, her heart breaking at the sight of his warm smile, his sunny eyes, his stunning features captured on a picture resting upon his closed casket.