The Randomness of Life Chapter 25~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

  Prompted by: Witch-Wife ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

And her mouth on a valentine.

Her lips were so soft, so desirable when we kissed. They were mine or so I thought the times when I was able to see her, my Marion.

Yet there was something in her eyes, it was distant. She was lost someplace else when we made love.  

I gave her all I could.

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Or steps leading into the sea.

I would watch her walking in the sand as the waves would gently roll in, stealing her footprints away as though they had never existed.

“Illya,” she would whisper, reaching her hand to me, sometimes I would grasp hers.  I sensed something was wrong, but she would not say it.

.

And she never will be all mine.

I think back now, and should have guessed why she said good bye. What I had to give her was not enough.

Marrying her had many risks of leaving her a young widow... and what if there were children?

No, Marion was never meant to be mine, nor I hers. Sigh.

Comments

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Wistful and sad... perfect ;)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Yes, another sad page in his book of life. Onto another chapter. Thanks for commenting.