Life is so uncertain and love is uncertainty at its best. Today, while brewing the coffee I just had this little thought running through my mind that just few years ago, he was there in the kitchen staring at me like I'm the best piece at an Art Exhibition. I would hum any random song and he would just come and stand behind me saying that he loves it when he is closest to me. His warmth was the most comforting thing and very therapeutic for me and together we were a perfect definition of hopeless romantic . For a coffee, that would take normally five minutes I would purposely take twenty minutes as I enjoyed the little fairytale I was living in. He would often ask me what takes me so long and I would answer him that I pour out all the love I have for him and yet nothing could ever sum up to the enormous amount of adoration I have for him. I told him that good things take time and this is the exclusive one. He named my coffee as Melody's - Special as he was very sure that no one could make it like I do. Luther would hold me by my waist and we would swing and dance to the song I hummed .Then , his arms would just cling me into a classic "hug-from-behind" and a cottony peck on my neck received from him would turn me so red that I could have boiled the coffee by just dipping my index finger in the cup. He would then whisper a soft, "I love you " and here's how my coffee would turn sweet. We enjoyed drinking it in our garden watching the two butterflies playing and chasing each other cheerfully. Those little but adorable creatures seemed to have visited us everyday at this time of the morning. The sunrays would hardly penetrate through the clouds but its soft lights were enough to add to our romantic mood. The dews were still seen on the little roses we planted together and the birds could be heard chirping in their nests and join blithely to our little lovey - dovey song.
I almost had tears in my eyes realising that I'm not living the same life anymore. The cold zephyrs which were once soothing pierced my heart as it snapped me back to the reality. I wish I didn't over accentuated our love and should have noticed instead how it dwindled away as if it was never there. He always assured me that he would love me in the ways anyone can ever will and the fact that he was the one to fall out of it makes my "love is just a fairytale in books" belief stronger . How it ended is something I would like to desert from my memory and that is the only reason I am not writing about it. I take my cup of coffee and sit in the same garden that now has wilted roses perfectly depicting our love story. I start to work on my laptop pretending anything like this never happened . But the sun rays that I thought would be soft and gentle at this period of the morning reminded me of the drought that Luther brought in my life . That's why they say "Sunshine all the time makes a desert. "