She was looking gorgeous in the red gown that I had bought her on her previous birthday. It perfectly snuggled up her curves making her look surrealistically beautiful. But it was not just the dress. It was also how she had tied her hair in a partial bun, letting some loose strand flow with the breeze. It was how she sported that radiant smile; how her eyes twinkled as if she was the happiest soul on earth. Partially lit with the moonlight, her face depicted an angelic charm that was hard to miss.
Oh! How much I was tempted to take her in my arms and tell her how beautiful she looked; gently kiss on her forehead and tell her how much she meant to me; brush those tender lips with mine to tell her how much I loved her.
But I could not. A photo frame was all what I was now left with. Every night I would just gaze at this picture of hers and think how god could take her away from me. I would wet my eyes mourning for her absence. It was a reality that was hard to accept for she was my only world. I would eventually fall asleep cuddling that photo frame in my arms hoping to wake up and find out that it was just a horrible dream. But sadly it never came true.
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