My Lost Love

My Lost Love

Lost Love
It was early in the morning and the rays of the sun began to reach my face. I opened my eyes slowly to adjust to the light that filled the room, when I saw her there by my side. Her perfectly straight light brown hair shined as the rays of the sun came down gently upon her. Her facial expression was so serene that I decided not to wake her, and instead make breakfast for both of us. As I began to stand up, I thought about just how lucky I was to have such a beautiful woman love me. Although that morning started just like many others, I would have never imagined that particular morning to be the last one I would spend with her.
I opened the refrigerator door and looked inside to see what I could make. After several minutes of just standing there, I decided to make scrambled eggs, beacon, and French toast. Twenty minutes passed and the aroma of freshly cooked beacon filled the house, but surprisingly that didn’t wake her. I proceeded to serve two plates with the delicious looking beacon and eggs with two pieces of toasted bread, and as I was walking towards the bedroom, I saw that she had awakened. With a big smile on my face, I greeted her with a kiss and a soft good morning. She usually replied back at me with something sweet, but this particular morning she just smiled as if something was bothering her. We walked to the kitchen table and as she sat down, I asked her if she was feeling alright. I waited for an answer as I looked at her from across the table, and I noticed that she was just staring at the food. This made me wonder if I had cooked the food wrong, but just before I was about to ask her the question again, she said with a very soft voice “I don’t know”. I paused for a minute and thought to myself “what could she mean by that?” so I asked her if everything was okay. She the replied with the same answer, but this time it was much louder as if she was angry. At that time I decided not to ask her anymore, and I...

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