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back to the draconian reality; the end of the blissful tryst.
"So, you want to say anything ", he asked.
"Nothing, you want to say something ", she asked. He shook his head. Though, he had lots to say, he could not find himself to say anything, the burgeoning lump in his throat aloof to his sentiments.
As they looked upon each other, wondering what to say, filled with unfathomable sadness, the train blew its whistle, announcing its departure, after a respite of twenty minutes.
The train began to move. He hugged her for the last time, kissed her on the forehead and said, "I am going to miss you ".
"I am going to miss you, too ", she said, nearly a whisper.
"Hey! You might miss your train, and you might have to stay with me forever", he reminded with a worried expression, as the train began to canter forward.
"I wish, I could", she said, hardly audible amidst tears, which finally seems to have broken free.
She kissed him on the cheek, caught up with the running train and got on-board. As the train began to gather pace and speed, he could see her poignant figure on the doorway, waving the final adieu.
Long after the train disappeared into the distant horizon; he's still rooted to the same spot, transfixed, filled with sadness. With a heavy heart, he reminded himself to mend his poise, and took out a letter he'd written a day ago.
It read!
"My lady!
Those four years at college were wonderful; however meeting you was one of the most memorable moments of my life.
I've no clue as to when I fall in love with you. I've had come to your doorsteps a thousand times to reveal my feelings to you, just to be averted the last moment, fearing a fatal repercussion.
We had a casual affair, in fact a wonderful friendship; once in awhile we flirted with each other. All those wonderful moments with you, I'll cherish them forever.
I never really had the courage to tell you that I loved you. The relation had nowhere to go, after our degree, we're to part ways. We being from different social background, different countries, though we had a lot in common; however we had lots to resolve and sacrifice. The differences were staggering, and we can't solely survive on love; today or tomorrow, one fine day we're bound to question our love.
The one reason which resolved me not to divulge my feelings was my fears. I's scared that I might land up breaking your heart. I might make some thousand promises, yet not be able to fulfill a single one.
Anyway, you're one such fine, beautiful human being, you would find that someone, who would love you more than me. I hope, you're able to comprehend my dilemma and decision, and I hope you'd forgive the spiritless coward, me.
I wish you a wonderful life ahead, and pray that you would be mine, in the next life.
I can't undo the past, but I help keep some memories intact', you'll always remain in my heart.
Yours............ "
He read the letter twice; unable to believe that she's no longer with him. With a sigh, he took out his pen and scribbled this valediction.....
P.S... I am extremely sorry, I really wanted you to know how I felt about you, however it would have done us no good. So, I decided not to reveal my feelings to you.
"Sometimes things are better left, unsaid!". I hope, you do understand and do forgive me, in times to come ...
He tore the letter to pieces, and flung them over the railway tracks. As the pieces began to flutter over the tracks, it's the end of the unsung love, left untold.
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