The Meeting

That was it. It is all over now. A bow. A curtsie. And a brief flicker of eye contact. We have meet once again. The worst is over. For eight years I have imagined the scene of us meeting once again over and over in my head. We have been in the same room and in each other's company. The worst is over. In less than two minutes, you are gone. We are less than strangers, not ready to acknowledge the past. But I shall never be able to forget it. Oh Fredrick, the agonies we have suffered! How could two people so begotten with love, grow so far apart?

You have not forgiven me. I saw it in the cold look in your eyes that was raging deep from your soul. If only you knew. Oh if only you knew the hours I have spent walking, the nights I have spent crying, and the wishes I have made just for you. I was young and blindly persuaded against happiness, against love, against you. But now eight years have past and we both have grown and matured. Although it is too late, I now have what I lacked before- firmness of character. I have rid myself of my timidity and feebleness of purpose. I am now a woman of seven and twenty that knows her own mind. But if only you knew what is in her heart.