Time Is Moving Forward
She looked at her reflection, studying every detail of her face minutely.
Smooth, fair skin with a rosy tinge. High cheekbones. A slightly aquiline nose. Eyes that seemed to smile at the slightest provocation.
And then there’s her hair, curling softly against her face, falling to cover the back of her neck. At the sight of her curly locks, she smiled a bit sadly.
She remembered the rain, an endless torrent that followed her the last few months. She remembered her pulse rising at every headlight that came her way. She remembered cutting her hair so short as if severing it meant that she could take away the weight that had burdened her heart as well. She remembered her tears, the unceasing flow of it as she loved and lost her heart to someone she never expected would hurt her. Her world stopped the day he left.
Slowly, she began to run her fingers through her hair. It’s long now and as she looked at her reflection, she smiled at herself. She has never looked better than she does today. And while thinking of the past brings a little ache in her heart, it also brings back joyful memories.
Time is moving forward.
I’ll remember how to love, you taught me how…
And with that, she prayed for his happiness.
