Just when this post is created, a life-changing event is quite obviously happening.
A total 450km from here, roughly 280 miles away down South, a lady who was once so dear to me is giving away herself in a whole charming traditional ceremony to someone from which I believe to be her future husband.
The lady is my first ex; the person whom I was in love with for a total royal six years before finally life separated us away in its most unique way.
Never mind on the story of how we get separated. What matters is the lady herself. I believe the sensational party is still going on there, with family members cheering and clapping and such, enjoying the moment and seizing the day.
I could imagine how beautiful you are in those silks and velvets. Picturing the enchanting smiles, the pleasing hazel round eyes, the long wavy hair, henna art on your fair skin, ah, you certainly are beautiful today.
And I still wonder who is that man anyway.
Nevertheless, I am very proud of you and how you lead your life, finding your own happiness. My greatest apologies for not be able to attend the glorious event that mark another turning point in your journey of life, despite the invitation that I did receive a couple of weeks earlier. Not that I was avoiding, but clearly life has made us this way, getting far from each other day by day.
For whatever reasons, I hope that he will take care of you at best. I hope he will try his hardest to keep you occupied at times when you mostly need him. I hope he knows that you love only certain types of ice-cream and certain varieties of chocolate so that he won't make the mistake of buying you the wrong ones. I hope he knows that you have intolerance towards silverware and silver jeweleries. I hope that he will never bring you way too spicy food, because it will make you sick once you consume it.
And I hope he knows that you love to be hugged from behind, too.
And for whatever reasons too, I am pretty sure he will fit you primely. We both know that it was not easy to be your hero, in fact, it never was. But the first two years spent courting you up was the best time I ever had in my life, and still is. And to top that, becoming the first person too that was loved entirely by you made me simply stupid; because they say love makes you stupid, and quite frankly I didn't mind about it at all, as long as it was your voice that I listened to for every and each night before I fell asleep.
No, I didn't mind at all.
Thank you for teaching me about love, about sincerity, about virtues and integrity. Thank you for guiding me during when I was lost, for holding my hand when I was blind, for helping me up when I fell down, for calming me down when I was temperamental, and for warming me up when I was cold. Thank you for all the times spent with me, and thank you for all the memories. Thank you for never giving up, and thank you for never giving in. But most of all, thank you, thank you so much for being able to sincerely love me.
I bid you farewell and I bid you goodbye. Take care now, and may your life will soon be more colorful than it ever was. And thank you for letting me listen to you for one last time, just one last time, before it happened; a start of a new beginning, and a beginning of just an end.
I'm happy for you, you know?
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Take me out tonight,Oh take me anywhere,I don't care,I don't care,I don't care.
"There Is A Light That Never Goes Out"; by The Smiths; taken from the album 'The Queen Is Dead'; 1986, Rough Trade Records.