He was the typical college dude - charming, suave and ladies man. She was your girl next door, simple, docile, innocent, homely and sweet. He had intensity written on him and she had simplicity and innocence written on her.
Unknown to him, she would save all her pocket money, just so that she could buy his favourite guitar. Unknown to her, he would drop lillies and daisies at her doorstep very morning. It was their eyes that did the talking. It was the silence that said it all.They may never have expressed their feelings but they were each other support through it all.
Both she and him along with friends, would spend time together, laughing and joking at the basket ball courts.Their love was pure, timeless that only a few felt and knew. They didnt have to say it but knew what the other was going through. They both wanted to grow old with each other but fate and destiny had other plans. Get married to different people they did, but never did they stop loving each other. Love each other, they did, in their own way...
Today, the stands are not empty.... people still play at the courts, friends still come by the courts..In the kids, they see a part of them....and they remember the laughter and days of fun..a void is felt as only they are no longer there - they lie besides each other - in their graves... a guitar on his, and daisy and lillies on hers.
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