The green field, just below the rocky mountain we climbed for two days, was wet, but not muddy. The rain had started as soon as we dropped our bags and tents beside a tree. While I was shielding my glasses from the rain, you ran to the mellow touches of the grasses, spreading your arms to welcome the cold rain. You called my name to follow your suit, but I stayed on my feet to gaze at you.
Your beauty went beyond words, out of words, but perhaps, to finish it all, no words could define what I could see. It didn’t surprise me either to see your lips stretch to a smile again. I had always known you loved the rain—the sadness it endured and shared to you. You would always tell me you were not used to somebody lingering, but I broke your superstitions and just did that. You had always been worth everything.
I keep questioning myself as to where have I been insufficient—what could you have wanted that I wasn’t able to give. I grip the necklace you once owned and let the tears rush in my quiet cries. It has been a week, truly, but the pain and the longing and the desire to see you again, to be with you again, is as strong as the rain in green field. I wish, as always, I could have you all for me, but in the end, you didn’t allow me.
Another thing you love is the scent of my sandalwood candle. And I will light it for your wake today.
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