Après la mort : the story that never ends

By : keishara.A

As the sun meets my eyes that Sunday evening, yours shines a glimpse of warmth to mine. The wind blew several fallen leaves up high to the sky, meeting the birds who chirped side by side.

The warm touch and stare you gave me was an illusion of what I called home. The feelings I took from your words seemed unrealistic. It was new.

What are the odds, that the person I admire, I held my feelings to for years could’ve been someone who took my hands, tighter than anyone ever did.

As scary as it sounds, I welcomed it with an open arm. Then accept the fact that this somehow made me feel safe and loved.

You wouldn’t know how much it means to me.

The butterflies that hid for decades came rushing through veins inside. The child in me was locked until that moment where you asked for the key that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Opening the doors I locked for years prior to countless disappointments and heartbreaks without a single doubt.

A new start of myself begins from you. Unexpected thoroughly.

You opened me up inside like you’ve held the keys all along. You and I, got greeted by a room full of judgements, but neither ran from the awful truth.

I’m aware of what pain this would cause. But I’m also aware of what beauty I could feel. What side of the world you could show me. A partner.

The loving gestures that we shared, the obstacles that we concurred. The simple acts and arguments that brought us tighter than glue.

You gave me another reason to stand strong. Even the cold rough storm managed to change routes. Clearing the paths I used to ignore.

For I hope it lasts long enough until our time has stopped in this world. Then the story of us ended by a peaceful goodbye, and maybe a simple halo for the never ending paths after death.