I sat on that narrow path, oblivious of the frequent feet that stroll by. Not even the irritating sound of the metallic gate leading to the narrow path could interfere with my blissful meditation. No doubt, I was lost.
She sat leaning on me with a lock of her neatly packed hair, swinging from one side of her face. I clasped her soft fingers gently in my warm but moist palm and pushed lightly on the lock of hair shrouding her face with the other hand. Her scent filled the air around us and I could only shut my eyes, surrendering to the eternal bliss our sacred union provided.
The silence was sublime. The energy was amazing. Ever since she scribbled those words, ‘I love you too’, life for me – for us, has taken a completely new meaning. She broke the silence.
“There’s something I must tell you”, She began.
This time, she was looking at me directly in the eyes. I sat glued like one under some sort of hypnosis. Her face lit up as rays of yellow light filter in from the bulb above my head. I couldn’t take my eyes off that beautiful pair of innocent eyes peering from behind those pair of glasses. I held her hands in mine as her voice streamed in like the songs of birds at dawn, creating a piece of rhythm that resonates in my heart forever.
“I know what I am going to tell you will hurt you as much as it has hurt me for years but you deserve to know the truth.” She paused.
I sat there, fondling with her fingers, paying utmost attention to the one woman that has touched my life in amazing ways. I was scared, only that I don’t know what I was scared about. Then, she dropped the bombshell.
“I’m not a virgin”.
Those words came out slowly like a movie scene reeling out in a slow-mo. I guess she must have paused to see my reaction because when she continued, her voice was laced with fear.
“I was young and innocent. I couldn’t fight him. I am sorry if I’d let you down. I will understand if you decide to end this union”. Steaming tears trickled down her beautiful face.
I stood up. She recoiled in shame as the tears ceaselessly flow. I pushed my stool to one side, trying to hold back the flood of emotions that was beginning to build, while my other hand burrow into my pocket.
“I have to do this”, I whispered to myself.
“There is no better time than now”.
I moved closer as my knees kissed the earth beside her.
“It is over” I whispered into her ears.
Broken, she lifted her tear-filled eyes to meet my outstretched arm, which held out a small box. I pulled the lid with my other hand, watching as her face brightens.
“The storm is over my love. Please, marry me”.
There staring at her is a diamond engagement ring. Our lips met, never to part again.
