Words by a Phoenix

You lose and yet, I congratulate you. Quite an irony, eh? To get the hang of things, I will have to go back to where we began --- the good old, lovely days of being in love. We talked, became friends. Oh! you gave me the attention I always craved. You made me believe in you and then slowly, my dearest, you became my confidant. I confided even the smallest of my feelings in you; I did what I normally hesitate from doing: I trusted you. So, like in every happy 'man-woman' relationship, we went out; stayed together. We laughed and cried, argued and made up. It was very 'fairy tale-ish'. I should have known life doesn't work like that; fairy tales do not happen. But like any person who has been hit by cupid's arrow, I was blinded.  I fell deeper, and it is never too wise to fall. I fell just to find out you had no ladder to help me climb out. Oh! The agony. You left me down in the pit, with my own salty waters drowning me further. Oh darling, I felt terrified; it...

I heard her silence; it ripped my heart and cut through my soul like a dagger. I hated to leave her in anguish. Her piercing eyes cried for a reply; I had none that could satisfy. The steps seemed heavy, her agony made it difficult for me to leave. With a heart that cried her name, I moved—slowly. Every step I took increased her grief and mine. My heart would forever belong to her that I cannot deny. Will I ever be able to forgive myself for causing her pain? I think not; this guilt would remain fresh in me forever.   But what choice did I have? She had dreams, which she could never have achieved with me. Her aspirations were beyond my horizon; she loved me but she loved her dreams more. How could I let my love entrap her desire of soaring high? My love for her was deep; I wanted her to get what she desired and deserved–—her happiness laid in her dreams. Our hearts are heavy today, but time heals all. We will move on—I hope we do—I hope she reaches her goals and be...