Monday, 7 April 2014

The Woman of His Life


He felt at ease in her embrace. Every time he felt troubled or lost, he’d be running to her, looking for comfort in her warm embrace and soothing words. He loved her dearly, not like a love song, baby, but more than words could describe.

She was his happiness, his satisfaction, his world, his everything. That was before she found another man to replace him.

He had felt devastated when she announced her marriage, but being an understanding person that he was, he tried to swallow the fact.

He attended the wedding though his inner self screamed in pain. He hated to see her in another man’s embrace and he despised the fact that there was nothing he could do about it.

How he wished he had some kind of supernatural powers to stop the wedding from happening, but it was not possible. He was just an ordinary person, helpless in the face of fated destiny.

It was hard and quite ridiculous to admit, but he was actually jealous. The feeling intensified every time that man touched her skin, kissed her lips and hugged her slim frame. An unfamiliar rage boiled him and drove him to the point of insanity.

He stood in a corner with his eyes fixed on the newlyweds. He watched them silently and dearly hoped to God that the sight was just a dream. Unfortunate for him, it was a rock solid reality that he could not change.

‘Dean, come here. What are you doing there all alone? Let me introduce you to the new man of my life. You guys will be friends in no time.’

Friends? Friends?! His inner self was battling a crazy war inside. He did not know what to do to her friendly calling, but he could not just ignore her. She was the most important woman in his life and no matter how unwilling he was to accept another man between them, he knew there was nothing he could do.

Hesitantly, Dean walked to the man and woman, both shone brightly in their wedding attires. He gathered his heart’s broken pieces and pulled himself together. Today was an important day for her and Dean did not want to ruin everything.

Dean took the man’s hand and shook it slightly. The man was smiling to him in a friendly way, but Dean felt like he was being stabbed with a dagger. He stared grudgingly at the tall man while trying hard to control himself from exploding in anger.

The woman linked arm with the man while smiling proudly to him. At this moment, it hit him like a slap on his face and he realized that things would never be the same again with the woman of his life.


‘Dean, don’t worry, I promise I’ll take the best care of your mom.’ 

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