Letting go feels fine now.
timer Published Date:2nd Oct, 2020

Letting go feels easy. It was one of those Tuesday morning, what a soft, sunlight beaming through the yonders of my white voiled curtains, and Mr Smith was waiting for his wife in his car, but she was as usually late like she had been from past 50 years they have been married but she still makes his heart rush, in one conversation with Mr Smith, he spoke about her with such a charm. I didn’t knew how much I was carried away on my head till my coffee maker whistled and brought me back on earth while I could hear funny Valentine playing in one of the nearby cafeterias by the front street, me and my friend Mary would go there every summer of Sunday, to have garlic bread and lobster, we would talk about men, arts and poetry, country clubs and indie songs. But I couldn’t find a way to ever talk about you, or bring your subject onto the table. She was always concerned how concealed I was regarding you, it is notorious she would tell. I would simply avoid speaking about you like I was scared of being plagued and to feel that burn on my chest, I was just not ready.

She wanted me to come to France with her, her mum Rosa, baked chocolate cookies so delicious whose taste still lingers on my mouth. Mary says her mum would be so delighted to see me after all these years. I still vividly remember how Mary and I used to steal grapes from her vineyard, those grapes are her heart aunt Rosa would utter discreetly too many times, like exactly how you stole mine carefully, and without even letting me realizing it. I used to think how I won’t be able to find surface once I’ll plunge into your dark blue ocean, and after you moved away I thought this was it. I’ll never find my shore, and for the rest of my life, I’m doomed. But I remembered tides are never afraid of drowning, they just flow, and I have dived deeper oceans than you, I have felt every current of waves against my skin more closely than I have ever known about you, and funny how I thought you would submerge me.

And tonight in the evening I’ll be telling my goodbyes to Mr. and Mrs. Smith, they have always been so kind. Because tomorrow I’ll be flying to Bordeaux, with Mary and yesterday over the phone call she mentioned how aunt Rosa had drawn the fence around the vine when she came to know someone has been stealing grapes under her eyes but it was us all along like it was you who stole mine. But unlike grapes that grows in luscious volumes, human heart doesn’t. And until someone comes to stay but not to steal, I am not giving it away.

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