Random story writing challenge

I have accepted Carol's Random Writing Challenge. Anyone who loves to write can join! You don't have to 'know someone' or be in a clique to join the challenge. Any individual who sees the challenge and wants to write can do so.

Here is my entry -

Hearts Boxes.

 

 

We stayed together when most said we wouldn't. We walked together through our financial difficulties, the death of our new born, our family's opposition and our period of separation due to our jobs. Our love was true and pure, this I believed. We believed we could stand any test of time. Where did we go wrong?

 

We cared a lot; we still do, though now the distance seems like an abyss. We still look upon our kids with love. We couldn't possibly love our kids, when we know they have a part of them that is not MINE, if we didn't love each other?

 

Sixteen years can make quite a difference in a person's thinking and personality. We had to be reminded that things will change, for in life, the only constant, is Change. Time, is a mean taskmaster. It can take the sweetest ideals of youth and make them bitterer than a bitter melon. We love each other but were no more IN Love. Passion, like every energy form, transforms and takes on other forms. His work became his passion, while waiting for him became mine. Each day with me made him more self-sufficient, while it eroded my worth. Each day he aimed higher while I couldnt get through my day. My unheard calls for togetherness, became a seed for resentment.

 

I remember the times we walked hand in hand, the warmth that spilled into cold nights, the long talks at the dinner table and the shoulders we leaned on. A sigh escapes me. He is right, it's better to leave before we begin to hate each other. Anger brings words that can't be taken back once it is out. This way, we will be able to find Passion for ourselves, while still being there for our kids and family. Maybe I will find myself, who I unwittingly lost.

 

I walk out the door with my packed bags, taking with me what I can touch, see and belongs exclusively to me. I lug an unseen sack tied at my chest. I could'nt find a box, big enough to fit my memories.