Lying on his bed, he gazed at the clock with his half-opened eyes. It was 8.00 a.m already. That was one fine Sunday morning. He drew open the curtains. The Sunbeam slanted through the window. He brushed his teeth and was sipping his cup of coffee. He had so many things to be done waiting at his desk. But his mind turned down to carry on with it. He relaxed himself, put the Tv on and started watching his favourite Tv shows for almost 3 continuous hours. He ate his meal and locked himself in his room. He got back to do his favourite daily routine - sleep. After 2 long hours of sound sleep, he finally woke up. He knew that he had to settle in his desk and start doing his work. He refreshed himself and somehow drew his mind to settle in his desk. He kept his laptop in front of him and started his work. He checked his phone every 5 mins to ensure whether someone had left a message.
It was like he was longing for someone to ping him. Thus, he was getting distracted and couldn't concentrate on his work anymore. He turned down his laptop. He walked back slowly near his showcase. There was a photo frame of him with a pretty young girl. He took the frame and smiled at the girl in it.
He harked back to the good memories with her. She was the beautiful girl he had ever met. Her eyes spoke of a beautiful soul. They were so deep and beautiful that his whole world was reflected in them. Her eyelashes were velvety. She looked like a princess in her large dangling earrings. Her hair was midnight-black and it flowed over her shoulders. She had saccharine sweet lips. They were blossom soft. She had a cheerful character. She was very kind and clever, perhaps that's what drew people to her.
He memorialized their happy couple moments. She was his everything. Gently touching at her face, he recollected the care she showered on him. He fell in love with her everytime she cares him like her baby. Both were born to love each other.
Those baby face she kept whenever she was caught doing silly mistakes, her illogical reasons she picks up to fight, the stubborn kid in her - he missed them all. He checked his cellphone though he knew there's nothing to change. He wanted her to return back. He wiped his tears rolling down his eyes, kissed her picture and said, I will always love you. Her memories haunted him. She was still in his heart and would be in there forever.
He was off to sleep where his room was in the first floor and she, was sleeping a hundred feet beneath the soil in the graveyard peacefully forever.
True love exists even after their death. He/She lives in the heart of the other as they are connected by soul. Relish every moment of togetherness.

© Varsha