I had waited?

I had waited. For so many years I stood right in the same spot waiting, hoping and longing that the day will come when everything will make sense when I would have you by my side and the stranger you had become would suddenly transform to the one I knew and held close to my heart.

I imagined what it would be like if we could just cross this icy bridge if you could just reach out for my outstretched hands and look into my eyes that so longingly wanted you. But no, your sweet soft heart had turned to stone and was hidden away in distant lands, locked in a tungsten vault.

If tears could bring you back, the ocean I had formed from the endless constant drippings from my eyes, the hot never-ending flow would have melted your heart.

Once both of our hearts beat to a rhythm so sweet that the trees swayed beautifully, the birds sang to our beat and the wind swirled around us, protecting what we shared.

Perhaps it was silly to believe that what we shared could withstand any temptation. That our values were in tandem and no matter how far we were from each other our bond will forever remain unbreakable.

Now I laugh at the silliness of it all, the childlike dream and the dirty slap of reality. And as I look around me wondering why nothing looks familiar, I am jolted by the fact that what once was isn’t again; the pieces shattered all around and trying to pick them up… trying to put them back together remains a task strictly for divinity.

Now, I have shed my last tears. Now I have stopped waiting. Now I see you for who you really are not the perfect one my mind had imagined. I look at the box bearing the locket and I am infuriated by what seems like the biggest lie.

Was it intentional?

I don’t know. Was it just the need for adventure? I can never be too sure. But what I know now is you have played your part now I must play mine, not just for the sake of it but to win loud applause, a standing ovation and of course a reverberating encore.

So today I raise my glass to new beginnings, shaking off the dirt of yesteryears. Today I pick myself up and as I look up, I feel the wind swirling around me, its touch drying my tears while holding me close in a tight embrace. Then I hear a whisper… this isn’t the end, but only a great beginning to something more special, more beautiful, more graceful, more sacred; and yes, everlasting too.

At one point or the other, we have found ourselves hurting and when the pain feels like it’s going to rip your heart apart, when it feels like the whole world is tumbling down on you, when it seems like you can’t go on or the darkness of the night will never give way to the beauty of a new day, just then, at that very moment He’d be there to comfort you holding you in His ever-loving arms.

Yes, God gives beauty for ashes, and when you are weak, He is strong. Now you may feel all hope is gone, that’s a lie, a very big one too. After all, we know that though weeping may endure for a night, joy cometh in the morning. And that joy causes the pain of yesterday or yesteryears to fade away, opening you up to a whole new world of joy, love and happiness.