A Sentimental Treasure

A few minutes ago, a loud text alert startled me and woke me up, and yawing I fell off my comfortable, canopy bed: a heartbreaking message appeared on my black IPhone, I started shaking, " Pretty boy, I'm leaving for sunny California, it's about time you had a night of insomnia! " Little sleep I got and screaming my nightmare got really worse: " Did she really wanted to forget me along with her birthday, not thinking of that red rose I would have brought today? " I refused to hear her untrue voice... but her sad words kept on echoing! Coughing out a poisonous disease, I felt relieved from the sharp pain... one last thing I had to do to make her goodbye melt quicker than any snowflake by opening the secret box so cold to the touch and unearth: a sentimental treasure never darkened by a speck of dust; I found no interest or pleasure in reading those long letters slowly turned by the April breeze... awesome words of past deceit that no longer please! I have bought a ticket to LA to take her back by being cool; by morning, I will be flying with the iron will not to beseech; no, my arrival won't be a pleasant surprise by any means! She thought I would have given up on her like any other fool; no, sweetheart you are the gold that still lures and glitters, you are the beautiful glow of the sunset over Newport Beach! Entered in Laura Lee's contest, " Combination Of Three Words " Written on 12/ 31/ 2015