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Captured on a Canvas

Posted in Love, Own Story, Uncategorized with tags , on March 5, 2010 by annepotz

Broken hearts…

Teary eyes…

Wounded pride…

Things that we come across when we let ourselves be devoured by the most famous four-letter word in the whole universe… “LOVE”

Love is undying…

Timeless…

It happens just once…

Once, for a million of reasons, there is no definite reason of this…

It just happens, and sometimes ends up grievous…

Tragic…

Once there was a woman…

Incessantly waiting in the shore watching the beautiful sunset.. Waiting for her love to come along. Tinted colors of different hues painted the magnificent skies. She sighed. It has been an hour of waiting…

Just then she heard some footsteps behind her.. Then those flinty hands embraced her as if there is no tomorrow.

“Love…”, a deep voice whispered through her ears…

“Sorry, I had you waiting…” Then he planted soft, gentle kisses in the palm of her hand. She smiled. And kissed his lips. “I thought you’ll not come…I have been so worried…” They watched the beautiful sunset together…Exchanged sweet kisses, as the graceful waves danced in the rhythm of their love.

The woman is a painter. She has the most beautiful brush strokes painted in a canvas. She fancies nature. The man is engaged in traveling, for his work demands this undertaking.

One undisturbed evening, as the woman watches the shimmering stars ab0ve in the seash0re, again waiting for her love to come, she felt a little shaky. It has been two hours of waiting. And the feeling of weakness keeps on eating her. The gentle breeze touches her warm cheeks. Then she heard a sound of sweet music. She wondered where that music came from, it sounded familiar. She glanced behind. There, she saw her man with some musicians, playing their favorite song, THANK GOD I FOUND YOU… The weariness that she felt in waiting, vanished. Tears began to roll down her exquisite eyes. He came closer to her, asked her to dance. His jet black hair looks so magnificent in the bright light of the solstice moon. They danced and danced. He wiped the tears in her eyes.

Then suddenly, he kneeled down and uttered, “Yhashmeen, love, it has been four years of waiting. And in that four years of us, you were the one who waited and waited for me, every time I come home. Love has been good to us. Now, let me be the one to wait for your retort…”Will you, Yhashmeen Ong, marry me and spend the rest of your life with me…??” The woman gave the sweetest smile he has ever seen. She kneeled down, and reckoned, “..You will know my answer when we’ll meet at the church’s altar..”  The man grabbed her in his arms, cried in her shoulders, uttered lovingly, “I will wait for that answer. I love you.”

Days, weeks, months passed. The hands of time came close to the day of their nuptial. Everybody is happy. That long-term relationship has reached its end, a beautiful  one.

The groom in his black tuxedo is strikingly waiting, anxiously, in the altar. This is the day, the day he will come to know the answer to his question… He waited patiently…thirty minutes, forty, fifty, an hour, two, three. That was it.

All the visitors went home. The bride did not arrive. And so, he died in misery thinking, was that what she wanted? He doesn’t know what to do. He looked blank. The emotions flooded him, he doesn’t know what to feel. The woman he promised to love and cherish throughout his life has left him in the middle of such uncertainties. What happened? Has she gone with somebody? Or she had left him because she doesn’t love him anymore? Or? Had she loved him?

Painful thoughts and memories haunted him every night. He’ll drown himself drinking alcohol just to forget those unpleasant memories.. He’s broken. Broken inside and out. Broken as a man. Broken. Shattered. Wounded into bitter fragments. Six months later…

It was the 18th of December, their supposed-to-be 5th year anniversary. He began to accept the painful thought that she doesn’t really cared. She got tired maybe, maybe she’s happy in the arms of another man. He learned to unshackle himself from that mound of angst.

He went to that seashore. Where they would always meet and watch the smashing sunset together… As he was drawing closer to their spot, he saw a canvas, in a tripod… It depicted a very beautiful sunset.. Then the sea… Then two lovers in each other’s arms, watching the wonderful sunset, the painting looked alive. Those brush strokes were familiar. He gathered the canvas in his arms looked at it with such admiration. Tears were rolling down his eyes. He began to embrace the canvas. Did she paint this for me? He looked around as he searching for someone. He hoped that she’s there waiting for him. The pain began to sear again… He then noticed a note at the back of the painting…He unfolded the paper and it read:

My beloved Jhimwel Ryan Bailey:

I know you hate me for not answering your question. I really must be good enough in choosing my decisions. I hate to see you wait for nothing. But it is better to be this way. It hurts me to see you cry. I did this for both of us, moreover, i did this so you can move on easily… I am sorry. Please do not cry. Remember that i am with you always.

Love,

Yhashmeen

He growled with so much pain after reading the letter. He barely understood what happened. The pain he felt was unbearable. He gathered the canvas and the letter and went to Yhashmeen’s house. He knocked at their wooden door. It was Yhashmeen’s mom who opened the door. He said he wanted to talk with Yhash…

To his surprise, the old woman wept. She said that 7months ago, her daughter was in the verge of death and was diagnosed with leukemia. 3 months later, she passed away. “She told us not to let you know.. For it will bring you so much pain. She told us in the celebration of your 5th year anniversary, the canvas that she painted for you shall be placed in your favorite spot near the seashore. She have loved you so much that she chose not to attend your union because it will hurt you so much more if you learned about her condition. She does not want to be your burden.” He glanced at the canvas. He was stunned by the revelation. She, had chosen to go away from him to lessen the pain. He ran as fast as he could.. Went to the shore with the canvas and roared into deep sorrow.. Their love was so pure. Their love is the most precious of all. And she, has gone with the stars in heaven. Their love has been so perfect. But now., it was just a pleasant memory, a love so true and pure…A love captured on a canvas…

-mjgallego