He sat by the corner of the coffee store. His mind drifting. He wondered how they never could work things out. Like iron, their love was strong. They would burn with passionate love throughout the day and the night. Yet like iron, in the heat of their love, any blow to their strong love would crack and break them open. Pouring their love to the ground.
He never could understand how. For the longest time this one woman remained his perfect. For she was perfect. He once described her to his friends as a woman who all her oestrogen filled below her navel. Her waistline was loose and petite- even after she gained a few pounds. Her skin was rich and deep like raw, expensive, pure cocoa. He knew he was lucky to be in the courts of her love. He remembers the softness of her lips when they first kissed. She stood motionless. Behind her rich brown skin, her cheeks flushed pink. He remembers how her eyes grow bigger behind the spectacles she was wearing. A moment that began the journey of their love.
This woman was a lady. He has never witnessed any blemish on her. Even when she fell sick, she remained poised and remained elegant. Her elegance as enchanting as a white silk robe dancing to light summer breezes. He loved her. He loved her more than she could ever fathom. This is the first woman who he looked into the eyes and saw a future. This was the first woman who he looked into the eyes and saw why God calls Himself Love. Her brown eyes would widen after a kiss. Her kiss. She is the only woman who her kiss made him feel weak at the knees. He had never experienced a love so pure and sweet.
And yet it was never meant to be. They would fall for each other. They would embrace each other. Each time, the fire in their hearts will burn. The heat will melt away his bravado and he would feel small. Like a little boy who discovers a woman’s warmth, he would lose himself in the intoxication of it. And, he would became afraid. Afraid that he was losing control. Afraid that as a man, he felt vulnerable and needing of a woman. This is the only woman with whom; he felt that he was never enough for.
He stared at the coffee in front of him. He wonders why does it always happen this way. He plants his face in the palm of his hands. As tears begin to flood in his hands, he sinks deeper into his palms. He misses her. He misses the fact that she could communicate to him in a language only they spoke. He misses the fact that she was The One for him. He can no longer hold himself and began to sob silently. The table behind him looked at him with pity. If only they knew, they were looking at a man lost of love.