THE SAD THING

UNEDITED SAMPLE LITERARY ARTICLE
By Vicson Aypa Mabanglo
IV - Isaac Newton


I looked at her from afar. She was still the same. Nothing ever changed. Her auburn locks are still sparkling under the sun. Her eyes are sparkling with unmistakable joy. Her thin lips are still as wonderful as before. She was a goddess in her own right. And here I am, a mere mortal in her presence.

For a moment, our eyes met. I held her unwavering gaze for a couple of seconds and I lowered my eyes. I was not fit to look at her, much less to look into her eyes. I reddened thoroughly and I backed away from her sight. I could feel her eyes on me as I left the crowded cafeteria. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes.

I need air to breathe. It was chaos in there. I need space to move. It was too crammed in there. I need you. You were already out of my grasp, forever.

People say that you will only realize someone’s worth when they are already gone. I never believed in those things. But when you came into my life and then left. It was apparent that they were right.

I took a deep breath and sighed. I sat at the benches. I remembered our moments spent her together. You and I, holding hands, whispering sweet nothings, or just looking at each other contentedly. I stood up and walked away from the benches.

I looked at the afternoon sky. And I saw your face, your lips curving into a smile, your eyes twinkling in delight, your cheeks tinted pink with laughter. I shook my head and looked down again.

I entered the library, looking for some kind of solace from your aggravating memories. I saw the desks we both used to sit in when studying for an exam or just a way of passing time. I impulsively grabbed a book from a shelf and then realized that this was your favorite.

I concede. I can never get away from your memories. Traces of your existence in my life still continue to subsist. Much as I want to deny it, you are a part of my life, a big part.

The sad thing here is that, I am not in yours.