" With time playing games on us, I believe meeting you again might never happen, and with a moonlight kiss a shall hold your hand once more, treading towards you, slowly forgiving my biggest mistake, I shall kiss you once more in another time. For ours has come to rest.
That was the last letter he wrote in his diary, as a token of what he wasn't able to send to its rightful owner. The one letter which never gave me a chance to sleep, I believe he wrote that in the memory of his late wife, one of the most beautiful letter than any of the ones he's ever written me. Now tell me why he would address a letter to his wife after soo many years?" I had asked myself this question a million times before, with no answer on sight. Everything seemed incomplete about uncle's suicide, what if he didn't really want to kill himself at the end, what if he was actually instigated to doing it?
The type of aura which resonated from the funeral home was rather suspicious for my liking, it seemed as though everything which I thought was the purpose of the meet-up was a façade, everything looked too organised, and everyone seemed to be able to keep their composure a little too much for a family which was apparently grieving a death of its member.
01/04/22
'Not every memory can be proven to exist, and not every prof has a memory to back up, all thoughts have an origin, and sometimes, … sometimes, our minds aren't as wise as we tend to give them to be.'
Waking up from my house the next day felt wrong, more like I had skipped on a few scenes in my mind in order to get to this very scene earlier. Mother came to me and said, " you sure did take your time walking up this afternoon sweetie. So, how was it like reading a novel written by your late uncle?, is it what you originally thought it would be like?"
I couldn't really understand what she meant by that, and everything seemed a little too cheerful for me to understand the whole situation fully. That I did was look at mother and asked how long I had been asleep? She answered with the fact that I had been asleep for a couple of hours since I got back from school. That was in some way very absurd to me as I couldn't have only been asleep for a few hours but going through a whole lifetime of happiness, sorrow, heartbreak while having no proof of it to take home with me, just feelings which seemed both real and ridiculous at the same time.
With that being said, I guess the memories which had been filled in my mind weren't mine after all. Great uncle Paul must have been an interesting person for me have such an unexplainable dream about him for soo long. What gave this moment even more recognition were the tears which were still on my face, it was if I was taken back into reality before giving myself time to leave that unexplainable place which brought sorrow and memories for me to carry on from then onwards.
THE END