winding whirlpools...
Saturday, March 10, 2007
forgiveness
There was a guy, happy go lucky... leading his own life.. a freebird...with his family, his friends, his work, his flirtatious encounters, his ciggies and his parties. All was going fine, when one day he chanced upon this creature from his past. They were friends and he was delighted to have found her and she him. Persistent persual of the creature led to their meeting. Sparks flew and a good platonic friendship blossomed. Things were fine even then. The creature and he shared a weird bond. They would bicker incessantly, but deep down inside there was something the two of them were unaware of. Gentle persuasion and insistence of what was happening from close friends, led them towards enlightenment regarding their feelings for each other. He was mum about it, while she was vociferous. Toying around with her, she later got to know. All was fine again. But then the evil creature began to show her true colours. She made her prince charming wait endlessly around the lanes for her to show up, being the darling that he was he would let it go because he couldn't see her hurt. Am guessing she took it too far, when she even began making him wait for her calls, 10 minutes turned into hours... she left him waiting when he should have been sleeping. She couldn't make excuses, he told her once only losers made them.... She would start out to say something, an inborn defense mechanism springing out, but quickly mute her big mouth for the fear of having to invoke further brunt. She knew she was wrong.One day the dam burst, the creature dint call him back and he was hanging by the last thread of patience that he had left in his kindred soul. An inkling of impending gloom hit her hard. She spent the day trying to write a letter to him. Tough she found, talking to him... she was scared? She was worried? She dint know. Shewas mute! She dint go beyond two words "I ... am" words choked on the keyboard as tears welled in her eyes. She had hurt him and her soul was crying! Forgive me she pleaded with god. Hoped against hope he would echo it to his favourite child. And she waits there... tears on the edge of her eyes... fingers crossed.... A prayer on her lips... that he would forgive her... would he?
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