TORN PAGES OF US
TORN PAGES OF US
It had been a year since the accident, but the pages of their story were still torn. The love they once shared was a distant memory, replaced by a deep sense of loss.
In the beginning, they had been so happy, their love as bright and vibrant as the summer sun. They had laughed and played, their days filled with joy and light. But then, one fateful day, everything changed.
The car crash had been sudden and devastating. She had been driving home from work, when a truck veered into her lane and collided with her car. She had been rushed to the hospital, but it was too late. The doctors said that she had passed away at the scene.
Her husband, John, had been devastated by the news. He couldn't believe that she was gone, that their future together had been cut short. The weeks that followed were a blur, a haze of grief and despair. He couldn't bring himself to look at the photos.
John sat alone in the living room, staring at the empty space where his wife's picture used to hang. He could still hear her laughter echoing in the corners of the room, and the scent of her perfume lingered in the air. But all that was left was a memory, a faded reflection of what once was.
As he sat there, lost in thought, his eyes fell upon a box of old letters. He reached for it, curious to see what was inside. He opened it, and inside was a stack of letters, each one addressed to him, each one unopened.
He opened the first letter, and began to read. It was from his wife, and it had been written shortly after they had first met.
"Dear John, I know we've only just met, but I feel like I've known you for a lifetime. When I'm with you, I feel like I can be my true self, and that's something I've never felt before. I've never met anyone like you, and I know that this is the start of something special. I can't wait to see what the future holds for us."
The words were a bittersweet reminder of what he had lost. John set the letter down, and reached for the next one. It was dated a few months later.
"Dear John, I can't stop thinking about you. I've never felt this way about anyone before. Every time I close my eyes, I see your face. You make me feel alive, and I don't want this feeling to ever end. I know that we've only just started our journey together, but I know that this is real. I know that we're meant to be together. I love you, and I always will."
John's heart ached as he read the words, his eyes filled with tears, and he reached for another letter. As he read, he began to realize that there was a pattern to the letters. Each one seemed to be written at a turning point in their relationship, a moment when his wife had felt overcome with emotion and needed to write it down.
He read through the letters, one by one, each one bringing back memories of their time together. The letters were like a journey through their love, a story told in words and feelings. And as he read, he realized that these letters were more than just words on a page. They were a piece of his wife's soul.
As John read the final letter, he noticed something different. The date on the letter was the day of the accident. He hesitated, afraid of what he might find, but he knew he had to read it. As he opened the envelope, a piece of paper fell out, folded into a perfect heart. He unfolded it, and inside was a single word, written in his wife's beautiful handwriting: "Always."
John held the letter close, and he knew in that moment that his wife's love would always be with him. Even though she was gone, her love would live on in his heart, and he would carry it till eternity.
The letters had brought back so many memories, but there was one memory that stood out above the rest. It was a memory from their wedding day, a moment that he had never forgotten. He closed his eyes, and he could see it all so clearly, as if it were happening right in front of him.
The sun was shining, and the birds were singing. He could hear the laughter of their friends and family, and he could feel the love that filled the air. And then, there she was, his beautiful bride, walking down the aisle towards him.
He felt a rush of emotion, a wave of happiness but it was just a vainless imagination that has clouded his mind, soul and body.
As John held the letters close, he knew that their story would never truly end. Even though the pages were torn, the love they had shared would always remain. It would live on in the memories they had made, and in the hearts of those they had touched. And so, he smiled, knowing that the story of their love would live on, even though the pages were torn.
And with that, the story of "Torn Pages of Us" came to an end, a story of love and loss, of hope and heartache.
The End.
©® Coker Favour A.
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