Her heart raced undulatingly, rising and falling like the tide, caught between longing and fear.

Writhing in pain, she lied on the bed without a whimper. The wound wasn’t spewing any blood, rather it rose and fell – the heart ache that was never still, never quite.

As she closed her eyes, her past danced in front of her. A girl, once chirpy and cheerful, lost in her books and her looks, she was all about vanity and sanity. What rocked her boat was endless hours of reading and making plans for her future.

Although she reveled in rich culture and history, she was a mushy old-fashioned romantic who longed to fall in love with a man of mystery.

She met him at a coffee shop. Shabby hair, glasses and a superhero T-shirt – when their eyes locked, it was nothing less than fireworks.

Their courtship was nothing less than a fairy tale. Long walks by the beach, weekend gateways, and romantic dates.

“It was too good to be true” – she thought. And she was right. The man who once swept her off the feet soon turned her world upside down.

So what went wrong? The same old. When you try to read a book too close to your eyes, it never works.

They were two lost souls in the face of storm. The rain never stopped neither did the distance between them

Tracing the outline of a love that no longer existed, she rested her head on the pillow and let her tears trickle down her face for the last time.

She moved on, but the echoes of his love still whispered in her silence.

She smiled again, laughed again—but deep inside, the pain still lived, quiet but never gone.