“ Nereida, meet me at our usual spot on the beach.”
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Memories rapidly flooded her mind. She remembered the first time they’d met. He was walking with his metal detector along the shore. She was photographing the hazy afternoon sky. He had glanced her way.
“Do you always photograph people passing by?”, he said.
“No, only the good looking ones,” she replied.
Thus, the beginning of what would turn out to be a whirlwind romance.
He’d found an antique timepiece that day. It would be her wedding gift.
The lone bench awaited the lovers. A plaza in the center of town seemed like the perfect spot for their rendezvous. They’d spoken about meeting to make future plans. He was enthralled by her beauty. It was getting harder and harder for him to wait for her to try to sneak away. Now, they would discuss her escape from her husbands brutal ways. Time was passing. He grew suspiciously impatient. What was the delay? No matter, she would soon be his. But, sadly, it was not meant to be. How could they have known, her husband would come home early, that day, and kill her.
There was a time when things were different. You remember – don’t you???
It all happened in college. I was walking on campus with my girlfriend and you shouted something at us.
We turned.
Your colorfully bright shirt triggered a blinding glare. The sun bounced off the crimson fiery shades naturally worn by my pet Macaw. Red was your color. A sizzling burning cloak you wore so well.
What happened to our heated passion?
The days you when nothing and no one could come between us.
I’m standing before you and can’t understand your venom.
We’d grown apart.
Yes.
The days of growing old together were a distant memory.
I never wanted it to be like this.
I can’t keep myself from remembering those campus days.
When did it change?
When did we change?
I could see your eyes were filled with hatred as you walked away.
You swore revenge.
You shouted, “An eye for an eye”, while an outstretched arm mimicked a sword.
There was malice in your voice.
I knew we had slowly drifted apart.
How could you hold such rancor and bitterness for what had become so clear?
The resplendent love that emanated from us used to make the whole world go blind.
The dying embers of our love have, now, gone out.
When we kissed and parted that night, I knew, we would never meet again.
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