The Agony

This was to be the last week she would be with me. She was leaving me. It was not in her hands either. We could blame it on our fate or my inaction. All the while for the past nine months she had been warning me of this. But I enjoyed myself in her company and was willing to take the pain of her absence when she would leave me eventually.

I had a great time with her. There wasn't a thing we had not enjoyed. Every seat in the bus, every tree on the street side, every car that passed us when we were waiting for our bus, every cup of corn we ate and threw roadside, and every song we used to listen could narrate our story.

While I was realizing the harsh truth of her absence starting next week, I did not intend to ruin the week I had with her. I wanted to make the most of the five days I had with her this week. I knew and feel the disappointment in her eyes of having to leave me. I wanted to see her eyes twinkle in happiness till the moment we parted.