That day we left – part 1

Dinner was tough. They sat next to each other and they wept. Tears rolled down her cheeks and dropped into the bowl of soup and all he could say was, “its ok! Eat your dinner.”

They will give up the beautiful apartment that they had rented for a few months on the top floor of an average house in Brussels. Their time in Europe is done. They had to leave. He got a job in Singapore and she was moving to the USA. He peered into the darkness as she silently sat there and wept. He remembered the day when he flew into Brussels to surprise her. He remembers that very day when he brought her to the apartment, he remembered telling her “for the next few months we will be together”, he remembered how she had jumped into his arms, he remembers how they had kissed that cold morning in that beautiful apartment. He remembered all those sleepless nights they spent talking up until 4 am. He remembered those long walks they took during sunsets, he remembered all those days they went grocery shopping together holding hands. He remembered all those afternoons where they cooked lunch together and smiled and laughed over the dining table like a family. He remembered all those nights when he held her tight in his arms because she was cold and he remembers all those nights when they made sweet love under the stars in their small attic bedroom.

He peered into the darkness as she silently sat there and wept. He remembered the day when he flew into Brussels to surprise her. He remembers that very day when he brought her to the apartment, he remembered telling her “for the next few months we will be together”, he remembered how she had jumped into his arms, he remembers how they had kissed that cold morning in that beautiful apartment. He remembered all those sleepless nights they spent talking up until 4 am. He remembered those long walks they took during sunsets, he remembered all those days they went grocery shopping together holding hands. He remembered all those afternoons where they cooked lunch together and smiled and laughed over the dining table like a family. He remembered all those nights when he held her tight in his arms because she was cold and he remembered all those nights when they made sweet love under the stars in their small attic bedroom.

Tomorrow afternoon they will fly out. 2 different gates, and then forward to 2 different countries never to meet each other again. He would never again be able to hold her in his arms, kiss her and confess how much he loved her. They both knew the realities. And that is why this last night must count.

Half empty plates and bowls were washed in silence and tears. Turning off the lights they walked up to their tiny attic bedroom. As soon as they entered the bedroom as if on cue, they stripped each other naked and tumbled onto each other. But this was not about lust or sex. They just held on to each other’s warm naked bodies, absorbing every feeling on the skin, every smell and fragrance, they were cherishing that moment. This was real life, not some movie in which everybody lives happily ever after.

They fell in love despite being of different ethnicities, religion, colour and creed. Both had seen the harsh side of life. Both knew nothing lasts forever and entropy is a bitch and she is real.

The range of feelings and emotions that this one day brought him outshone every other memorable day of his life. He knew the pain that others caused, out of motives far more ulterior, but the pain caused by love, he knew had no bounds. When people hurt him and caused him pain he would absorb it, he would imbibe it. He got angry and made his shield and defences stronger.

But this pain, this pain knew no bounds, this pain and the terrible hurt that followed was pure love.

That night, stark naked, as he held her in his warm embrace he could feel her heart beating, he could hear her breathe, he could smell her sweet skin he could taste her tears as he kept planting small pecks on her rosy cheeks.

to be continued…..

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