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When you left

When you shut the door on me and stomped out of our relationship, my heart didn't break. I thought we still had a chance because I believed dreams never die; eclipsed possibly, but alive.

I’d always associated our dream with the little green bridge. Remember, we once dreamed about building our own love nest across the bridge? I wanted to run after you and remind you of our dream.

Instead, I chose to visit the place that had seen our love for each other develop; one that had been forgotten in the melee of life. A lot had changed about the place, except for the bridge. Across the bridge, a wall stood, behind which was a beautiful house, like the one in our dreams.

My heart thought it was symbolic. Despite changes at many levels, the bridge-a symbol of our love- remained unchanged. However, there was a wall-of misunderstanding and ego- that blocked access to the love nest.  

My mind thought it to be rather ominous. The wall could well mean that I stop trying to gain access to the heart of the person who had moved on, albeit without burning the bridge.

Sigh! I wish you’d explained your departure.

Sunday Photo Prompt

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Word Count: 200
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Every week on a Sunday, a new photo is used as a prompt for Flash Fiction challenge using around 200 words based on that image. Your story does not have to be exactly what the item in the photo is as long as there is at least a reference to it. You can make it anything you want, and enjoy what you write, and we will as well. 

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  1. Oh wow.. That is really poetic. A beautiful piece of writing. Many congrats.

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    1. Thanks a lot for the read and appreciation!

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  2. That was so beautifully penned, Uma.

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  3. This was not just a post, but a poem that danced its way into my heart. Sigh! How completely oxymoronic relationships are. Simple yet Complex!

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    1. Well-put, Keirthana. Yes, they are truly an oxymoron and so glad for the effect this post had on you. Thanks a lot :-)

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  4. Thats really touchy. Sometimes it happens in life when your loved ones go far away from you and you left with no option to get them back.

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