#8886 The Love of their Lives; almost everyone has one by this age and, so did I. But their were two major differences that I had in mine, than most of the world. First difference, I had Two Loves of my life, and the second difference, later was not a human. A girl, and The Cricket!! The two loves of my life. The girl, I always loved, I always tried keeping happy, I always cared about. She said she did too, she insisted her unconditional love, she promised to never let go, until she actually did!! She didnt just leave my life, but also accused me for having destroyed her some how. She said that I failed her, she said I never loved or cared, she said that I devastated her and her parents dream. She turned up against me with her friends, she blamed that I often tortured her. The world went against me. But me, couldnt even utter a word against her. Not that I didnt want to, but just because I couldnt. I could not face the Idea of fighting some one, I could once give my life to. I stopped believing in Love. I realized that, people have their own ideas of it, and some Jealousy tagged along. Love only meant weakness. Your love is destined to leave you some day, no matter how much you try to hold on to it, no matter how much you cry for it, there will be one of you who wont feel the same way anymore. Love felt something that could exist only in text books, not in real lives, and specially not in mine, anymore! The Cricket.. The sport I wont mind to die, playing. The other love of my life. The gentlemens game that could calm all my senses. The only thing that could completely get her out of my mind. The magical sound when the leather met the wood. The turning, swinging, magicking Ball, meeting the driving, striking, flowing Bat. This game made me feel that, there is not a problem, I couldnt get out of my life. It once healed everything I suffered, and it still could. Until the second greatest tragedy took place.. The other Love of my life, took some ones life. Some one that I admired. A gentlemen that I didnt personally know, but felt that he did justify the name of The Gentlemens Game. Phillip Joel Hughes, some one who loved the game as much as, I did. May be even more. He died, doing what he loved doing the most. A typical quick footed Australian, Playing the game at the best of his forms, letting the world fall behind him, ignoring all the blames and all the criticisms that he had been facing. But things were not to work out. His Love had other ideas. It didnt look back at him, the way he did. His love was paid back with betrayal. And the truth was spoken again. Love did exist in only the text books. And here I am. With the faith lost, yet again!! Not wanting to believe in any affections that they say to have ever existed on Earth. I dont heal anymore, I dont feel anymore. I just feel betrayed again!! Rest In Peace Hughesey!! 63 Not Out, FOREVER!!! Phillip Hughes, FOREVER!!!!!
Posted on: Mon, 01 Dec 2014 02:12:10 +0000
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