Walking in Winter Memories - [My Story]

Hello! I'd like to present you my writing assignment about half fiction and half reality story here. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Special thanks to R. Diva, as editor and proofreader for this story.

Walking in Winter Memories

        I am stepping on the edge of the road slowly, and seeing the sight of the cloudless sky that stretched so widely and beautifully. The rising sun radiates its rays that warms my body. The leaves are dancing as if they are waving their skeletons to greet me. As well as the wind that gently touches my casual clothes. The birds are here and there to enjoy the spread of the clear sky. For a moment I enjoy the beauty of the scenery, and I am immersed in my unbearable thoughts.

        We walked together along this desolate road, with our small shoulders next to each others'. We were bursting into laughter while we joked before we arrived at our secret place. Every so often, I would get a bit fractious because of his mischievous behaviour, and then he would take some quick steps than I did. I was utterly furious at him. Without precisely knowing, he picked up some lovely flowers along the way and gave them all to me. I was surprised he prepared those pretty petals. The flowers smell so good, in that way I did not get mad anymore. By the time we arrived, we sat down on the blue bench and discussed anything that we wanted to. Moreover, we spent the day just staying in this spot. This secret place might be the first beginning that created a remarkable story of us.

       My steps stopped when I saw a shabby blue bench, and I just realized about this area, when everything began at this point. However, this place was also created an awful story. Unexpectedly, the dark clouds began to cover the sky, the blowing wind causing the cold that pierces my skin and bones. As it happened, I could feel my body was completely freezing, my eyes that pricked with tears could not stop looking at the bench that filled with thick white piles. I could move or even bother to get out from the thickness of the snow. From behind my back, he put on his jacket around my body. I could not stand crying in front of him. Although, he was looking at me and not even saying anything. In the blink of his eyes, he was hugging me tightly as if he would never come back. I feel terrible to know the truth that the journey was coming to an end that really hurt me. While he was holding my hands, he stared at me and giving me comfort. He said we will be the same like those old days. However, we looked out into distance where the light shone.

        Yet again, I found myself crying and immersing by my thoughts of those memories. I started to get back on my consciousness that I was standing still all along. I decided to continue my steps, and the first snow began to fall from the sky. The first snow shows itself as if it were telling me our last goodbye. I began trembling uncontrollably with cold and merely accelerating my pace before I instantly froze in snow. I come back home straight away. On my way back home, I was thinking about love.

        Love is a moment that you came filling up my eyes and my heart. I love you, but you do not. Best moment naturally comes from one sided love. One sided love is unconditional, no logical explanations, nothing in return, just pure love. Absolutely, it hurts, no doubt. Nothing can be as beautiful as one sided love story. This moment not only just becomes a memory, but also it becomes a lesson with meaningful moral values.

        All the moments we shared is not going anywhere. Times that we spent together will stay in my reminiscence. My world gently separates, before and after affectionately recognizing you. When you breath is naturally such a mild wind blows, I sincerely feel like considered not to giving you up solely. When you smile tenderly like a dazzling sunlight glints, I genuinely feel you are the chosen one I love. Even if we were far apart, I cannot erase the visible traces of you. It will stay because memories do not say goodbye.

        Being in cold winter need some time to recover. A hot tea and warm clothes relieve my body from the cold. The road of those memories that we have been through has some reason even if it is as cold as a winter. I purposefully take a few steps back when I look at you walking without me and choose differently. I can see there is a void beside you. Upon the gray road you slightly look back and then keep stepping along the way. We are seeking our own way. We determine separate paths. I set off on my recent journey without you. I will keep moving forward. Even though it feels so cold, the wind blows tightly, I cannot let my feet stop to take a step. The steps are so cold and frozen. Therefore, I will be passing you to find a warm as new happiness and getting away from the desolate road in winter memories.

Yea, That's it!

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