When I was young and I could dream, a handsome man would often pass by. He would call me ‘princess’ and seat me in his arms. Together we would build for a future to come. How he pampered me and so much he cared. I knew then what it is to be in love. Holding hands we visited beautiful places. On rainy evenings we would sip hot tea, and on cold nights he would sing out to me. Every day was a joy. And I desired to live a hundred years just to be with him.
Bouquets and gifts lay on my feet. He would always surprise me in the most delectable way. He took pains to see me smile. He remembered each thing that I uttered, and perhaps even those he saw in my eyes. Fulfilling my every whim was his life.
He loved me and only me, and I never doubted that he would always be with me.
Time does fly and now I am old, with wrinkles under my eyes. I am a fat old hag, a burden on earth. He is nowhere then why does my old heart still seek. I don’t sleep, I have no dreams. Life an ugly picture of the days gone by.
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