Time, is the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole. It is cruel in many ways with its twists and surprises, but it never lets us down or so we think, don't we?
I would like to narrate a story, that shows the cruelty of time with its methods and ways of making things happen, how it can make a man suffer even after he is gone.
She never sees me or rather notices me. I do almost everything with her, with our debates being conquered and our drama, standing out in the competition. This team or duo as you would call was a formidable one and through it grew an attraction, an attraction that could scarcely be avoided. I see her every day with her smile and grace that has now taken me under its wraps, it's funny I thought with so much time spent on our friendship, she was bound to know at some time that I loved her but she never seemed to understand what went on in my mind.
'Am I that oblivious?',
I always asked but time or rather a fate played its strings again and brought about a change that went about morphing things that I did not want to be changed. I loved things as they were, but fate was too upset seeing me happy with life and began doing what it does best.
Years passed since our incident, it never made its way into my thoughts until today when I saw her again.
A normal day I thought with its ups and downs, but fate had something else planned for me. I made my way out onto the busy streets of the city. Passing through the thick crowd that persisted not belonging to the crowd, I saw her like a flower that bloomed in the most impossible of situations with its colours that stood prominently.
Memories flashed through my mind; painful memories made their presence felt. A thought held me from going and talking to her, I walked on turning my back on the thing that held me in life, her eyes that glowed like the eyes of a treasurer when he had his first glimpse of gold, her lips that were full and tempting like the rose petals of the highest spring.
It is cruel that the strings of fate brought us together in this fashion, I always thought that life was fair, but now I see it all doesn't matter, it's the choices in life that make us who we are now. Now I know that I am no more than a mere remnant of a time that does not belong in this realm but rather something that should have disappeared a long time ago.
Life was the object of theft that the string came to possess the day she left.