the obsessions of the m/

She said:
"Ask me,
What is the most important thing you wanted in your life?"

I whispered to her softly the question.

"It is to be remembered not by everybody but at least even by my family. Or even the poor souls that I’ve helped. Or even the grumpy passers-by I smiled at. Or even the little ants I never stepped on. But no. There is only you. The one I’ve been purposely ignoring for the past decades. And yet, you remain at my side."

I stared at her politely, smiled at what she said and gave her a very soft kiss in the cheek.

"Thank you for remembering me."

She started to cry.
She was the most gracious lady anyone has ever met and yet noboody remembers her.
She loved everyone so she could be remembered.
She loved everyone for fame.
And now, she’s in pain.
She’s burning in eternal flame.
Still, I loved her just the same.

I hugged her for comfort.
I hugged her as softly as my kiss.

She felt cold.
She put on her jacket.
She closed the window.
I couldn’t come near her anymore.

The next thing I know, blood spluttered all over the glass of the window.
I started to hear her favorite song playing inside her room.
          "Do you know what it feels like
           Loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?
           Do you know what it feels like
           To be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?"

I cried.
The clouds started to form.
I sobbed more and more.
The sky got darker and darker each time.
It stormed.

I was in rage.
Out of control.
I lost her.
I waited for her since forever.
And I still don’t get any chance.
Should I have not?
Was it not worth it?

I couldn’t do anything but blow a kiss and a hug.
I was only the wind.
My presence was felt.
I was only the wind.
I was unseen.
I was only the wind…

…and I am still waiting for her in the next lifetime.