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Under the azure heavens he stood, his feet placed upon a dark stone, overlooking the entire glade. An emerald sea of tree-tops stretched before him, the rustling leaves like crashing and roaring waves. There was a soft, cool breeze all about him, tousling his brown hair. Yet, even such soothing beauty could not ease his pain, for he just stood in the wind, lost in his thought to cherish the agony. 3
He opened his eyes, a tear dripping from his lash to trail a stain down his cheek. The place only increased his grief – it had been the place where he had first kissed her. First held her hand. First touched her skin. He did not know why he kept coming back - it was merely self torture. He imagined her again, with her glowing cheeks flushed with joy and those big, brown eyes that lit his palms on fire. 4
A little away from his, was a little black stone. Upon it, scrawled was a little heart, faded now, but still visible. They had carved it together. He relished those memories. Him running his fingers through her raven hair. Her laugh echoing across the glade like a mirthful song. These were the times when he felt like curling into a ball and weeping himself to sleep. 5
Their relationship had been so beautiful, so peaceful. It was a crystal marriage, a pure passion, yet even so, it was hard to believe it all went wrong. It was hard to sink into the fact that she was gone. She was never coming back to him. 6
He looked at the beauteous land all around him, and wondered if it too, would one day suffer the same fate. He had now come to believe that love’s salvation was in its own destruction. Its own death brought it to its true status. It was only at loss, that one felt love, not before it. The tingling sensation, the lost hunger, it was nothing. Just an appetizer of what was to come. 7
He still found it hard to understand, how such beautiful things must be destroyed. Every relationship had to have an end, and only through the end, could the relation get stronger. It made sense, but it did not. It seemed that the plans of the universe were flawed; the rules were cruel – almost inhumane. 8
The man walked down the path, stepping over his own footsteps, engraved upon the soil, one of the few things that deemed immortality, a stain of his love and existence. He could see her footsteps too, small and fragile and he remembered how they used to run barefoot along the ground, laughing away to the singing wind. 9
As he walked along the forlorn path, he became engrossed at what lay before him. The brook that flowed from an unknown origin, coming down towards the feet of the valley, babbled in his sight. It was her favorite element – water. So tranquil, so beautiful, but he guessed one day it would dry up and all that would remain, was a mud-caked chasm. 10
As for him and her, their footsteps had gone astray, one above and one to trail downwards, both trapped in an inescapable prison – that of love.11
I am his shadow and I do what I must: imitate, follow, watch like a silent companion through his grief. I just hope he finds shelter in hope, because love is light and love is darkness, it just matters on how you see it. Though maybe the man is right, because one-day rain will come, and the little heart he made upon the stone will wash away …12
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i could see every thing so clearly as i read and this is just amazing!
thats so sad!! AND SWWEEET and sadd 
