Remembering Love

As I sat here looking out into space, mesmerising what was once so precious and pure.
I wished that what could have been, had been if it was the only thing that was real.
But I suppose, I was never the clever one in the family when it comes down to love. Although, I must give myself some credibility for I am attentive in whatever else I do, just not with love.

As it is foretold that love is blind, love has no flaws for it is merely the heart that desire these things.
Having said that, one will never truly know the power that love has within itself until one has being in love and has lost in love.

I met him during the summer break whilst visiting relatives in London. It was on the 15th of August ’98 to be exact. I remember this because it was the same day poor old Jasper was ran over. A day I will never forget. Old Jasper was a black and white mongrel I adopted after Father passed away. He and I grew closer seeing as he reminded me so much of my childhood days spent with Father.

What seemed to have been the saddest day of my life, turned out to be the best day of my life.
For there he stood with the biggest smile on his face: Jack.

Jack was 17 at the time, born and raised in London. A college student as I was. He was majored in Architectural Science, whereas I was majored in English Language. He wanted to be a big shot architect, always saying “I’m going to be the architect everyone will want to hire.” And I would always reply, “Oh yes! Sure you will be.” As for me, well, I wanted to be an English teacher.

Jack and I were inseparable. We grew closer and closer together as the college years went by. After we finally graduated from college we got married on a farm in Yorkshire. The ceremony wasn’t big, just us, a few friends and relatives and the Vicar of course.

We took a year break from studying and travelled the world, going on many different adventures. We even spent our honeymoon in The Cayman Island, waking up to the fresh air from the sea breeze. It was like paradise.

Our marriage was going exceptionally well, and then along came tragedy for time was not on his side. Jack was diagnosed with lung cancer and was giving only two weeks to live. I felt the world caving in around me. “How can this be?” I asked myself. The unfairness of life and love, it's true, time waits for no man. Time did not stand still, for within a few weeks my love was gone, leaving me with only precious memories to be treasured forever.

It’s been five years and now I must move on, though the ache of love is eating me up inside. There is hope that i'll find another Jack, so goodbye my love! You will always be in my heart.

The End