There were things that I believed in- shooting stars, myths, superstitions but never in love. Or maybe I never wanted to. Because a thing temporary like that, could give a heartache that would last forever.
You told me you were a traveller. You loved meeting new people and exploring places. I guess, I was a part of your journey, but the only regret was I couldn't be the greater part. "So what do you think about love? ". I asked as I finished my drink. " Love is temporary. So am I. "
He slowly lit a cigarette and kissed my chin.
He took my hands in his and kissed my fingertips. He held me stronger than he had ever done. " But will you leave me? "
" Everyone has to leave, my love. And I am a traveller. This maybe just a visit. "
" Or maybe destination? ". I asked pulling him closer.
He kissed me gently. It tasted like blood in my mouth. That night was the last best thing of my life. " But then what happened Mommy? ". My little daughter asked.
I smiled at her and said," He was scared of forever. But he loved me infinitely. His visit was short was worthwhile. Someone once asked me if death was more powerful than love. I didn't know then but now I realize, even though he is not with me anymore, I still feel everything like it happened just yesterday. Death was just another obstruction; love was the destination. " ❤️
©Rae Pathak ©The Storytellers
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