In response to Daisies on a Thursday
Thesis Statement: When an individual experiences deep affection for another, this love will only ever be infinitely pursued because bonds are broken with the passage of time.
The moon was whole and lay still amidst the black ocean canvas. Clouds drifted to the brink of the horizon and flew beyond the naked eye. My eyes gazed outwards while I sat motionless in my friends car. We were heading to our annual school dance, and I was responsible for driving my friends home, as instructed by their parents. Lights lit up the road, and the journey seemed to only heighten my miseries.
I lived,alone, in a home on the outskirts of the city with only the lights from the sky accompanying me. My mother and father perished during my birth and the only sense of love given to me was of the wide open fields calling me towards them. School had been paid for by my grandparents who lived hundreds of miles away and sent me their love through letters. They wished for me to pursue my dreams and gave me enough wealth to do much with my life, but it became pointless as the harsh nostalgia brutally awakened me.
Life had no meaning; I had no meaning. We approached the main doors,and my friends rushed inside to find their dates to the dance. I entered and the noise from the speakers bounced off the walls gently shaking the drinks and refreshments. My head had begun to throb, so I headed outside and breathed in the smell of ashes running from its oppressor.
I sat underneath an old oak tree awaiting to drive my friends back to their homes. The night was cool, and I felt the breeze kiss my bruised cheeks.
My eyes began to close, they opened seeing a girl in a white dress leave the building. She did the same as I and looked up into the stars looking for some kind of tranquility. Specks of moonlight traversed her delicate blue eyes, which seemed to swallow me whole. She was a white dot of innocence drawn in the darkness of night. I walked over to where she stood and, in surprise, she gave off a loud shriek.
“ Who are you!” questioned she.
“ I am merely a boy who was struck by your beauty.” We both blushed and she turned her head away. Her curls covered her face, and she looked back at me with less horror. For hours we spoke to one another, and she told me that her father had come to pick her up. I held her hand to say goodbye, and I could feel her flow through my veins. She must have felt the same for she said to me, “ Would you like to meet again, right here at this very tree tomorrow night?” I nodded incessantly as she smiled walking away. My heart was filled with such joy that I could not keep it contained.
The dance came to an end around 11pm that night, and I drove my friends back home as promised. As I crept into my bed, images of this girl lingered in my mind, and it was the first kind of love I felt in such a long time.
We met again the next night, and the next night. It became a routine for us to meet each other and talk about our lives. Our conversations were less about school and more about the beauty of the nature which surrounded us. One night I asked her, “We have been meeting for such a long time and yet I still do not know your beloved name.”
She stared into my eyes and whispered, “Violet.” Those words echoed through my head, leaving me mesmerized.
Years had passed with these same discussions and they remained even after we graduated. The grass and trees must have awoken at this time every night eavesdropping on our conversations. The fondness we had for each other had grew, and I felt her to be a part of me.
“Violet, I ache for you like the stars ache for the night.”
She always snickered at my attempts of poetry and said to me, “ What if these stars were to disappear, then what shall it ache for?” We both laughed hysterically and her palms met mine. She stepped closer and lay a soft kiss upon my lips.
The following night arrived and she could feel the presence of melancholy radiating from my eyes. She asked me what the problem had been.
“I must enroll with the British army. My grandparents have got me kicked out of my home and are forcing me to enlist. This is probably the only job I will ever be able to get in times like this, and then I will come back meeting you once again under this oak tree . ”
Her smile faded away and she firmly said, “No! You will not leave me.” I could see the pain in her eyes as she rushed in and enveloped me with her arms. There was no desire of my own to leave, but I knew that I must for the sake of our future. She could feel the ring I got for her in my front pocket, and began to sob loudly.
“ When I return we shall wed, my dear. By then I will have saved enough for us to live a decent life.” She nodded hesitantly, and we remained under the tree for a few hours longer than usual just staring into the sky. I had gotten up and she once more embraced me with her lips touching mine. The time had come, and I knew that this was our last, under this oak tree.
A letter of mine had arrived with her after a few months went by.
Dear Violet,
What I told you that night had been a painful lie. My troops and I are being slayed as I etch these words onto this paper. My eyes will no longer meet yours, the girl in the white dress. My lips will not touch yours but rather remain closed in silence for eternity. My hands will not hold yours ever again. The pursuit of our love will remain a pursuit. This letter will be the remaining shards of our broken bond and a reminder that love is only temporary. Although I will not be there beside you staring at the stars, I will be one amongst those stars staring back down at you. If you ever desire to caress me or hold me, I am in the oak tree by which you stand. Our time was short but long-lived. Every night I will wait for you to meet me.
Sincerely,
Your lover
The oak tree decays as years go by; the oak tree crumbles to dust.
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