Almost been 2 years since I last saw her (in the flesh).
Her memories return, if not by the minute then by the hour. In fact they have never left. Not a single day has passed by without her creeping into my thoughts; sometimes she’s smiling, sometimes she is joking, sometimes she is mocking and laughing but mostly I recall the image of her crying and rightfully accusing me of making her life miserable.
Truth: I did, but the moment the tears started rolling down her cheeks, I realized, held her, begged her for fogiveness. She did, at least I think She did.
Fool I was am. I did her wrong.
I moved away, literally and geographically.
Today, I chanced upon some pictures of her while we were Skyping. I tasted salt.
I want to say sorry, I am not wishing her back, but I would just want to tell her how sorry and miserable I was. To her, to me and what could have been something else.
The pictures still keep playing but the music that plays along with it is wrong. There are sobs and sniffles that can be heard which are, for once, not her’s but mine.
I am sorry.
