A sudden flash from her necklace caught his attention, and he reached out to stroke the silver charm hanging from the silver chain. “Your necklace,” he said as he took a closer look at the charm, “it’s a tiny dove and it’s beautiful.” She stopped looking at her phone and tilted her head down to peer at the necklace around her own neck. The silver tiny dove charm sat on his fingers as he softly caressed it. “Yeah,” she agreed, “it’s one of the many things I treasure dearly in life. I can’t go anywhere without it.” He let the charm slip back onto her skin and looked at her. “Who gave it to you?” There was a long pause before she opened her mouth to give her answer. “Someone with dark brown eyes and they were a brown so dark, they seemed almost black. Someone who loved birds because of their ability to fly freely in the sky. Someone who would always kiss my tears away. Someone who would always understand me in every way and even if he didn’t understand, he would always try to. Someone who would always slow down his pace to match with mine whenever we walked together. Someone who once ran two and a half miles just to tell me he loves me.” “Someone who would stay up all night,” she said, “just to listen to me sobbing my heart out. Someone who held me like I was so fragile, like I would break if he were to mishold me. Someone who put his trust on me, when he couldn’t even trust himself. Someone who couldn’t resist my kisses no matter how mad he was at me. Someone who would always say goodnight no matter how big the fight would be. Someone who never forced me into doing anything.” “Someone who would always respect my decision; me entirely. Someone who would patiently and also impatiently wait for a conclusion when I tried to explain something. Someone who find it hard to speak of his true feelings but find it easy to express them through actions. Someone who once promised that he would come back home with my favorite blueberry cheesecake to celebrate our third year together but…” Her shaky voice trailed off. “But what?” She drew a deep breath, struggling to keep her tears at bay before she proceeded to finish her sentence, “He didn’t make it back. He never made it back home.”
L.W. // Forgotten Words #67 // She lost him all over again (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
