lost love

He departed from the earth about the end of the days of pain. His lifeless body will be carried away by his relatives after the tumult of the pouring rain. I still can't bring myself to look at his face. If it was love then, today it is an inferiority complex. Standing in front of his body rekindles that old fire in me. If it was the joy of love then, today it is the tears of pain. My heart beats today as it did then, longing to kiss and caress him for the first and last time.

As I sat in an empty room to nurse the baby who was still crying, memories flooded my mind. It was on a rainy night like this that I saw him for the first time through the windows. My heart whispered, the male form of your imagination. Since then thoughts of him have touched my femininity and emotions. But I hid my love secretly in a corner of my mind.

On the day when someone came to see me, who was of marriageable age in the prime of youth, he named Jomon came to my backyard. I gazed in awe at his brave masculinity. "She is my girl, mine only," shouted the man with his chest spread out, "go back the way you came."

At that moment, I felt like a thousand colorful butterflies fluttered inside me. I was thrilled by the energy of a love that had not yet been shared out of self-pride or even hinted at. He said standing in front of my parents.

"I am going abroad, I have been offered a high salary and a job there. I will come back in a year or two. Till then I know she will wait for me here. I promise not to marry her to anyone else."

My parents didn't ask me anything. "If you had such a wish, you could have said, we promise, come boldly, happily, and peacefully."

He looked at me standing on the doorstep again. I silently bowed my face and a little shyly gave my silent assent. He will understand that. Two days later I heard the news by chance. He fell asleep in the middle of the journey to the airport due to a car accident and is now in a coma. Days passed and he was in a coma for almost a year.

Keeping in mind the future of their own daughter, my parents gave me to someone else. It could all be a wave of fate. My dear friends looked down on me standing in the wedding hall. The pain and guilt of my mind did not allow me to even take a look at him, who was in pain in the room at the threshold of the house, with only the pulse of life left somewhere, and his motionless body. I went from him like a wounded pinkie to another life.

Unbeknownst to me, tears suddenly fell from my eyes, which were opening up a pile of memories. A few drops fell on my baby's cheeks. He looked at my face and smiled. My heart whispered again, no my love is not dead. If fate deprived me of the life partner I wanted, the same fate has brought us together now. His body may leave me, but he is reborn as a baby. Looking into the face of my baby son, my golden son, I called, Dear Jo.

With a sigh I took one more look at my baby's face. Yes instead of the same Jomon that I lost, the treasure that God gave me to love and love me. What Jomon lost would be his lover. So here this baby Jomon got a mother. All this love of my lifetime belongs to my little Jomon.