Bittersweet Nostalgia
by Kristeta
He stood from afar, saw her. From a distance. He felt sad. His beats faster and faster and faster as his eyes took tracks on her, that vivid sight of her. He felt cold. Knees wobbling. He felt scared, afraid, or what? Nervous. Her beautiful fairy was now just 7 meters away from where he stood. He wants to talk to her, tell her how much he missed her, ask her how is she now, ask for an apology, embrace her, kiss her, and tell her of all the reasons why he left.
He had already imagined things if he would ever talk to her. If he say sorry, probably she’d stay silent. If he kneels and cries in front of her, maybe she’d just stare at him blankly, stand up and walk away; or maybe she’d play pretend that she doesn’t know him at all; or worst, she’d shout at him for hurting her and telling him how bad he is and give him a bloody slap on his face. But whatever it may be, he’s pretty much ready to accept everything.
REGRETS. Oh those! It clouded up his mind but his undying affection takes place above all things. His beautiful girl 50 steps away from where he stood. He felt bad … for she was a lady full of pulchritude.
She’s one of a kind. The Helen of his dreams. Her seemliness embellished with such lovely visage, with a class, a queen ruling his own world, his most beloved. And he?... hmm… just like every other guy we know, regretful, stupid, juvenile, apologetic, stupid, and can’t withstand honor for his words? Oh well, but he swears, from the inner chambers of his heart, he truly, deeply, loves her.
A narration not those held under a solemn blue moonlit skies and starry nights with a match of a fallen star while laying down the green grasses of a beautiful, sturdy tree. Not so filled with daffodils and beautiful red roses, not that romantic of Nicholas Sparks’ love stories and not that lovely of a Princess and the frog who lived happily ever after.
She loved him. Kept the very first letter he gave her in Vintage-designed envelope, in sweet scented paper, embedded with the smell of Paris and endless “I Love You and I don’t know why.” That rose he gave her on the first date he asked her for a dance. And on that moment, he sweared to himself he had already faced his fears, with his trembling knees and cold hands as he asked her to dance with him on the floor. But at that very precious moment of their time, he can still recall, the world was in slow motion, she’s near to him, five centimeters away, and her left hand on his shoulder and the other hand on his waist. She’s dear to him, extraordinarily special and on that moment it felt endless. How he wished they’d stay like that FOREVER.
Intimate. Young. Pure. True. Forbidden. Love against all odds. Nothing stopped them. They faced all the barriers and what not’s. They strongly believed they are and they can. Some may think it’s just a young love, not to last. But they feel, it is perennial. And with all their might… they’d surpass it all. It is THEM against their destiny.
Years passed by. His father want him to leave. No one told him that he was going to a far, far away land to pursue his Tertiary and he had to leave though no one asked him if he had agreed to their decision. His world lose its beauty. He was devoted to her, but he had no choice for he wasn’t even given a chance to decide for his own life. His heart felt the sorrow, thrice or more her torment. It wasn’t supposed to happen that way. Anyway, he will come back. He had to leave now for life’s sake or go against his Father’s will to be with his precious and dishonor his parents. He finally thought, that theirs can stand through the test of time and distance, deep down the inner chambers of his heart, his life is for her, only her and no one else.
