Their sad story
He was her favorite sad story -- the story she would always recall when a love song comes on in her playlist or in the radio, the story she would love to retell to her future children and grandchildren, the story she would always re-imagine when she closes her eyes, and the story she loves going back to before she cries herself to sleep. It was him and their sad story that she loves to be reminded of given any circumstance. His smile that could no longer be given to her, his touch that could no longer be felt by her, his words that could no longer be directed to her -- the parts of her favorite sad story... they hurt her, but she still chooses to endure the pain every time. She needs to hear, to see, to imagine that sad story over and over again for her to confirm that he was not just part of a dream she had last night; she needs to be reminded that everything was real. Their story stings her soul, shatters her heart, but those were her favorite facts about it -- the pain only meant he was not a fruit of her desperation; he exists. Their sad story was one of the reasons why she could go on with her life everyday. She knew she was lucky to be able to write a few chapters with him, even if it was short-lived. Their sad story was the reason why she could smile everyday because that story taught her that she could be braver by letting go, that she could be stronger by smiling through it all, that she could be better by starting anew -- without him, only her and their sad story that became her all-time favorite.
