The end is where I found you, where I found us. Even though the path has been nothing but a pebble-filled, unconstructed road, and I keep falling and bleeding all over those rocks, you, my love, are worth it. Can you hear the beats of my heart when I said goodbye to you that day on your porch? I still remember distinctly the smell of your perfume, lavender with a hint of bergamot, that you would never admit stealing from me. You thought I was a heartless bastard, leaving my wife after our first night together, but did you know I cried your name every day in my sleep? My friends laughed and teased me when we were on the grounds, and when I was in battle and death loomed over my head, I wished only for you. I was left in shambles by my friends, believing me to be dead, and I was dead because I knew I would never get back to you. I was in enemy territory, and I never dared to hope. But in my weak moments, I would hear your laugh, the way you would wrinkle your nose in distaste when I ate with my hands. I reminisce about how I asked your father for your hand in marriage, and no matter how much you insist you didn’t know me, your lips trembled when your father asked you to reject me. My love, I continued to live on that cold, hard, yet wet surface in the bunker, with trash colligating my nose, for forty years just because I knew you were alive too. I had no hopes, no blessings in sight, but leaving the world when you were still a part of it was unbearable to me. I wouldn’t lie, in my wretched hours as I would lay in my cot, and the thoughts of you loving someone else wreak havoc inside me, and no matter how much I wished for your happiness, I wouldn’t let this thought take residence in me, afraid it would come true. But we persevere, my love. I am coming home, and they told me you are waiting for me. So yes, the god has taken a shining on us as we would be together in our death beds, and it doesn’t matter because in the end, we did find each other.
Thank you for reading my story. Small shoutout to the owner of pic- “Photo by Fabrizio Coco on Unsplash“
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