To Love and Loss

Beautiful, that's what she was. As close to perfection that a human could get. She seemed as if she walked on glitter. Every move she made, I followed close behind. Finally, I asked for her hand. To dance in the dramatic ball of mine. As drama filled as it was, I was surprised to hear her say yes. Thus we danced to our own song. Every step in rhythmic time. Her bright smile kept me dancing through the days. But as she was Cinderella, her mother had some opinions on how her dear daughter should run her life. I was not about to step in the way but I couldn't help but feel my heart break. Another crack before a shatter. One week of our dance. We had known each other two years and we danced for one week. One week and we never saw each other once in that week. One week and I had only had a phone call. Yet somehow, I felt that we couldn't be closer. I felt as if she was there holding my hand when I doubted myself. She was with me, next to me, all the time and yet she was never there. It wasn't much of a relationship yet it meant so much to me, if not the both of us. To be torn apart by an outsider who couldn't grasp the type of love we had, it hurt. It still hurts. it burns my heart. I will miss her.