Everlasting (Revised)

This is the revised version of a previously posted story called Everlasting.

Everlasting

 

I held the weed in my hand, examining its lost beauty. The petals which wilted resembled the death of our love; our once was; our love which you promised would never end. But somehow I felt no pain.

                Life moved like the wind of a hurricane after you left; each painful memory gone as fast as a vacant blur of a rain storm. There was no time to neither feel nor fill the empty space in my gut; no time to heal the wound in my heart. Yet, I still always knew that this wasn’t the end; it couldn’t be.

                The holes in my heart were left and life moved on without me. I was lost in this world, life in general, and no one bothered to pull me back into the flow. The water grew deeper; pulling me under, taking everything I had left. But, I was okay because I knew you were still out there. Through my pain, I still hoped for your return.

I had hit rock bottom, yet I still felt the tug. It's as if the bottom weren't enough. That's when the pain began. It was like my heart was calling out for reconciliation. Thumping through my chest and sporting itself on my sleeve just to make a mockery of what they already knew. But I wasn’t ready to give in completely; I still had hope.

My stomach began to twist and turn and tumble. Shredding every ounce of life I had left. It tore me apart, wanting nothing but to see my agony. And I began to miss you more. I began to need you. The memory was vague, but I could see your porcelain face as clear as ever. You haunted my dreams; you created my nightmares and it began to frighten me as I realized you truly may not return to me.

Your dying flower was all I could hold onto. It continued to wilt as each day passed. It would break apart, growing hard until finally there was nothing left. There was nothing left to hold onto and my hope was failing.

But the rain did not last as long as I expected. My hope was never gone entirely and today the rain stopped; the pain lightened. At first I thought nothing of it, but then the sun came out. The world was lighting up and even I noticed the difference. The clouds parted, letting in the glorious light; and hope seemed possible if not probable.

I took a risk by stepping outside and to my amazement I saw an angel. He glowed and beckoned me towards him. Once I got a look at his face, I realized it was you. I was unable to speak; unable to breathe, think, or hardly remain standing. I didn't know what to do. Was I supposed to hate you? I couldn't, wouldn't dare.

You resembled the sun on the first day of spring; bright and shinning down on my skin and warming me with every ray. Every shadow you helped cast gathered up my fears and mistakes and hid them away, allowing me a day of relaxation. A day of realization that you're the only thing I need, want, or could possibly hope for. It was a day which proved that your beauty was that of an unmistakable bloom. The flower you left me restored, coloring every garden in your presence. This was the day, our love was shown to be eternal and forever; healable and alive and without a doubt everlasting.

Author's Note

I revised this today because I submitted it to a publisher at my college, hoping it will get put in the newspaper/ literary mag/ something. Critique on this piece is well appreciated.

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