For the Longing and the long gone

The last rain drop fell into Sarah’s innocent soul that suddenly glided into her chest and down into the curves of her body. She continued walking mindless of the dangers of the town at night. As soon as she finds her way back to her senses, it was the fine cotton quilt that rubbed against her skin.

Now, aware as she finally was, she knew she was lying in bed. She opened her arms wide moving towards Angelo’s chest that whispers about what the luminous night brings to their flesh both screaming for desire’s satisfaction. The clock ticked slowly as their bodies drew closer moving against their loud heartbeats. Urged by their strong desires their warm lips touched. Eyes closed and the thirst of their flesh was quenched with passion.

Just as when Sarah thought it really was love, her chastity belonged to Angelo. There were no traces of hesitations or second thoughts in her face instead, she gave up everything for her love. There were minutes of silence around it was only the slapping sound of the sea against the shore. Before the sun peeped, they both realized that the long night was over. Sarah stayed in bed with him spilling her words of fidelity which was absorbed slowly into his pores that made him gasp for air. From then on, Angelo’s world was a total change from cages of gray to Sarah’s lavender leaves and green coffee.

Sarah was the most faithful woman I knew these days. And perhaps the modern martyr. She intimately spent her sweetest days and nights with her lover giving him literally everything she had. Sarah sees him wearing her future, but she was doubtful of Angelo’s silence every time she speaks about seeing herself settling down with him. I can see fear in Sarah’s face as she thought of Angelo’s silence but the night came wherein the long intimacy they have been spending together, he finally took Sarah’s fear telling her of the future just as how she thought. Sarah’s face was suddenly painted into hues of yellow and red portraying the happiness that plays within her young looks.

She pictured everything perfectly alive. He was all she thought she needed and everything her soul deserved. They both stood their distant love affair. Although he was far, she had so much hope that in the long run, she would still find herself with her only love. Swiftly, I looked into the mirror where I saw her as if she played Juliet longing for her Romeo. A longing that would soon again pour within her the moment Angelo goes back to the city where his life is.

The day came when he had to leave. Tears sailed through Sarah’s eyes and never found its shore to where it must stop. Angelo left and never came back.

A couple of seconds to breathe, the cold rain started to pour from the grey sky. It was a memory that vividly reminds me of La Union. He again walked into my memory.


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