Forgotten Companion

Narrator: Life is a hellish journey, time is the best teacher & love...Love is a cruel mistress. Some people think that its the ultimate remedy for all sorts of wounds, it takes away sorrows that's been consuming your senses. Its a magical thing but magic can sometimes be just an illusion. I believe that its a trap, a trap or perhaps a disguise worn by the Devil to lure innocents, gullible, vulnerable people to his bait; just like a wolf that disguises itself beneath a sheep's skin, then he ruthlessly tear them down. The same way the Devil send off his bloodhounds from hell to track for the remaining survivors and drag them to hell with him for all eternity. Love is addictive, it doesn't leave a margin of doubt that its not. Anything that a person makes his addiction, eventually makes his conviction. There were two friends sitting on a roof top under the light of crescent moon, the wind was blowing in gusts zapping through the formidable clouds, shaking them, dispersing them in loneliness of young night. Then all of sudden the wind calmed as somebody cuddled with it, after a slight pause the torrents of cool breeze started to roam in the clear dark blue sky. One of the friends began to utter some words, he seemed a little scrawny in appearance, wearing a red T-shirt & blue jeans with pair of camel colored joggers. A cigarette in his hand, as the smoke of cigarette clouded his face with every exhale, said: " I admired her'' he utters exhaling smoke "I was head over heels in her love, I felt so alive when I met her. I don't seem to remember doing anything that could've pained her feelings, her radical smile brightened my entire day. I brought her expensive gifts without her asking, we roamed the lonely roads under the ocean of stars in luxurious automotive vehicles. There is nothing that I haven't done for her to make her happy. But all of sudden, my world collapsed in blink of an eye when I saw her sharing hugs & kisses with another stud.