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2738560770_a3aaee1ce6_bI never knew that missing someone could bleed the colour from the sky. I couldn’t have imagined that without her, food wouldn’t taste as good. I’d never have thought I’d stand on the beach at Unawatuna and not want to go swimming. Without her. Not want to walk on the sand, because she wasn’t there. Her hand wasn’t in mine. How is it that I don’t notice that the sunset has changed two shades, from orange to something closer to the colour of her lips? How is it that I don’t feel the touch of the breeze unless it touches her hair first? I haven’t really listened to music in months — it’s just music without her, where before it was something else. An electric connection between us. How can one woman empty my world so completely with her absence, drain it of colour and flavour and life?

And then she’s there, and every single thing that touches my senses changes totally. The setting sun glowers the most intense carmine I’ve ever seen. The Guinness is so cold my teeth ache, its darkness intense. The potato chip she offers me makes my throat shrink with its saltiness. Her eyes are more breathtaking than I remember — how is that possible that I could’ve forgotten those eyes the colour of dark wood, as deep as a well on the edge of the jungle?

She laughs. And my heart races, out of control.

I feel myself falling, as I know I always will. Helpless. Under her spell. Into a world she somehow, incredibly, makes almost as beautiful as herself.

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March 9, 2009 - Posted by | Love, Women | , , , ,

8 Comments »

  1. i so know this feeling…..

    Comment by lady divine | March 9, 2009 | Reply

  2. “Loss is nothing else but change, and change is Nature’s delight.”
    Marcus Aurelius

    “God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”
    Reinhold Niebuhr

    Don’t ask me to f’off. Just to let you know that for whatever it’s worth, you are in my thoughts frequently. Take care of yourself and I hope you will find the inner strength in you to love again.

    Comment by DD | March 9, 2009 | Reply

  3. Wow.. I love the first paragraph, so moving.

    Comment by Makuluwo | March 9, 2009 | Reply

  4. Man, sounds like you got a super-severe case of the blues. Hope you work it out. Time usually heals, so I hope it is sooner than later.

    Cheers!

    Comment by javajones | March 10, 2009 | Reply

  5. So I was just clicking on that little arrow at the top of my screen that takes me to random blogs, and I stumbled across this one. Your writing is completely mesmerizing. It’s so passionate. I loved it!

    Comment by arigby | March 10, 2009 | Reply

  6. Oh dear. It must hurt a lot but they do say that time heals all wounds….

    I hope you sort it all out 😦

    Comment by passionatelypatient | March 10, 2009 | Reply

  7. strange… why does when people love it’s unique.. but when break up all feel d same 😦

    Comment by Mahesh | March 10, 2009 | Reply

  8. this is beautiful, and it feels real.

    Comment by yakayaka | March 30, 2009 | Reply


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