Quietly I sat watching as the rain fell outside my window; the random beauty of a rainstorm is something I have always appreciated. The way the drops glisten when they hit the concrete, the intricate movements of umbrellas as they dance among each other through the streets. The bolts of lightning and the booms of thunder. Each storm seemingly so random each one a true thing of beauty. Yet what really makes a storm special is its uniqueness and that uniqueness is in its voice. Close your eyes, clear your mind, listen closely and you’ll hear it and the story it tells. One such story was a love story, actually my love story and to be truthful and not the least bit boastful this particular love story is one that no one could ever forget.
The storm swirled all around us its voice booming, its raindrops dancing merrily on the car’s roof, its lighting joyfully streaking across the night sky. Each bolt lighting up the sky and heralding the pending arrival of thunder’s booming voice. A voice that on this particular night, in this particular storm, would proclaim for all to hear that a truly epic love story was about to begin.
It’s in your eyes, what can I say. They turn me on. – Prince
Her eyes, it was always her eyes, truly mesmerizing they were. All it took was just one look to tell me what I needed to know and just like that her eyes pulled me in. Happily I knew right at that moment there would be no escaping, no turning back. Kiss me she said and even though I knew it was wrong I could not resist. And with that very first kiss my heart was all in.
She was not like all the others she was special or so I thought and before long I had given her sole possession of my heart. She told me that I would always be her hero and I told her she would always be my queen. I promised her I’d never leave her side and that I’d love her to my dying day. Looking back now my mistake was crystal clear and a rather simple one at that. You see I simply never asked her to promise me the same thing in return.
The years passed by and we wrote several new chapters to our story. Some were great, some were good, some were bad and some were a little bit of each. What had begun as a brilliant love story now was slowly beginning to fade and soon it rather clear, our story would soon come to an end.
It was late one night and we sat quietly as the storm swirled all around us not unlike that first night. This storm however was different from our first. The rain drops did not dance merrily, the lightning did not joyfully light up the sky and the thunder could only muster a whisper. I looked into her eyes, it was always her eyes truly mesmerizing they were and all it took was just one look to tell me what I needed to know and just like that her eyes let me go. Sadly Right at that moment I knew there would be no turning back. It was over she said and while I knew she was right I wanted to believe she was wrong. And with those very last words my heart broke. There was one last lightning bolt that would streak across the sky and then the thunder came and whispered for all to hear that on this particular night, in this particular storm, a truly epic love story had finally come to an end.