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His eyes turned wet as tears meandered down his eyelids. His hand shakily moved to wipe them away.
"Strange," he pondered, "even after prolonged years and regular visiting, I still manage to drop a tear or two every time I drop her a visit."
He removed his hat, revealing the silverfish-grey hairs, and held it upto his chest in respect. With the other hand, he placed the bouquet of flowers onto the cold stone of the grave and sighed.
"Fifty-eight years gone and one would have thought that by now I would have forgotten you but the ways of life are strange. And here I am to visit you again. And well… I brought you a bunch of flowers as well, you know, for your birthday…"
He managed a slight smile as a flood of memories once again managed to break through the defences of his thoughts. She had been beautiful, yes quite beautiful indeed. It was the same day, the 25th of May, with the same peaceful clear sky. The only difference was that it was fifty-eight years back. She had really beamed up when he had presented her the flowers, which queerly resembled the ones he had brought her today.
"Oh James, you never seem to miss my birthday! I wonder when you will forget it for a change."
"Ah well…" James smiled now, even after fifty-eight years he hadn’t forgotten it and knew that he never would.
She had been his love, his only love. She had been like a small beacon of light in the sea of darkness. She had been like a curse onto him which even death had been unable to remove.
He closed his coat around him as it grew colder and glanced at the blue lake beside the graveyard, reflecting the rays of the sun. Everything seemed so peaceful that he wanted to remain there forever.
"No, my time will come but it's not now…" he thought shaking his mind of thoughts. He looked at the grave which read 'Juliana Margrette – died 1948’ and realized once again that she wasn’t with him anymore. Nothing more than a mere skeleton of hers would be lying inside. He somehow knew he wouldn’t ever meet her again. He even had doubts if he would meet her after death as well, and even if he did who knows in what circumstances.
So, it was quite obvious-- he had lost her, and had been without her for the past fifty-eight years. However, now he knew that this was the last time he would visit her grave. His doctor had diagnosed him with cancer and predicted he wouldn't live more than seven months.
He placed a paper onto the grave and slowly walked away, all the while whispering silent words of goodbye. The words written on the paper were what he had always felt:
"Yours and yours always. Your love will never die within me, it never will. Your death or my death will be immaterial for it is immortal and lives forever."
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beautiful Dr. Radwa Reda | Nov 11th, 2007
really beautiful ,i dont know wt 2 say .only i can say ,i want love like this .
Thank you! Katherine Walraven | Oct 3rd, 2008
What a beautiful story of long and ever-lasting love. Thank youfor sharing it. I can't help but wonder about the rest of the story between them and why she left this earth so long before him ...
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