“But I will love you,” words she could not bring herself to say.
It has now been ten years to that that fateful rainy afternoon. With a bag in hand and a ticket in pocket he had come to say goodbye to her.
“It might be another six months before I can be back from the war.”
It was more of a question than a statement and her silence was interpreted as the obvious way.
It was again a rainy afternoon. He had decided to come back. For a visit of course, life had no space for something else.
Her thoughts broke by the sound of the door bell.
“But he said he would come,” words she could not bring herself to say.
She only smiled and accepted the flowers and the card.
“It would be another decade before I can be back to this war,” that is all there was to the message.
* * *
“It might be another six months before I can be back from the war,” his words had barely left his mouth before he saw her expression. She wouldn’t speak, he knew it. And he was too hurt to make her.
When life gave him another chance to re-visit that moment, his heart rejoiced. At the thought of being in the same room as her, of getting a chance to watch those twinkling eyes laugh again. What could he not give to experience her that way.
One last time, or perhaps forever.
He quickly re-scheduled his flight to allow another day in the city.
With a spring in the step, he walked over to buy flowers. But as luck would have it , he saw her. Standing at the window from across the street. Her silence still mirroring her emotions.
This time he thought he would let his flowers speak.
“It would be another decade before I can be back to this war.“