The heart break.

                   The entire day has passed by, and I have not moved a muscle. I have been sitting here all day, awaiting ‘his’ arrival.  I know he will be here. He always does. In the past few years that we have been together, not a day has passed by, when he has not graced me with his presence. But, today, there is a restlessness that I have been feeling since the past few hours. 
                What must be the reason? I wonder, when out of the corner of my eyes, I see him approaching. My heart skips a beat; I forget to breathe. I smile coyly, as my eyes take him in. Oh, how I missed him! Where had he been all this time? No. I won’t hold grudges. He has been late, by just some hours. Must have been held up somewhere. 
               My entire being comes alive, as his feet carry him near me. I blush. I flush, in the darkest shade of pink, and lower my eyelashes as the distance lessens between us. And, as I look up at him, with love oozing from my eyes, he passes me by. I am taken aback! “Hey! I am here, sweetie!” I call out to him, but the words get stuck in my throat. Did he really not see me, or was that a royal ignore? I am stunned!  I am dumbfounded!  I wonder what the matter must be, as my eyes follow his movements. And, what do they see? He, approaching ‘her’!
             My heart stops beating and my breath fails me. I struggle to gather myself. Helplessly, I look, as he moves closer to her and smiles a dimpled smile. His hands reach out to her. Broken hearted, I see, as he caresses her every curve, all the while cooing sweet nothings into her ears. I can take it no more. That was me, sometime ago. And, now I am all but forgotten?!
            He moves in closer, and plants a seductive kiss on her cheeks. 
            “Let’s paint the town red, baby!” he whispers, as they get comfortable in each other’s arms.
            She moans and she purrs, as she warms up to him.
            And, before I come to my senses, they zoom off into the sunset, giddy with excitement.

              Life in a garage can be so boring. You won’t know. You aren’t an old car, idling, rusting, ignored by it’s owner for a swanky new machine, that seems to have caught his fancy.
           Ah! How I miss those good old days! That’s all there will be to life now. Reminiscing about our good ol’ days!



WORDY WEDNESDAY.
This week’s prompt: Sentence prompt.
Let’s paint the town red.

This week’s prompt comes from writer, social media enthusiast, B-A-R member: Sulekha Rawat.






                       

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