port dickson untold

the sun was slowly rising from behind the mountains in the early dewy sky. the varied hues of red, yellow and orange was like the palette of a talented artist. cold morning breeze caressed her face and carried her hair in a slow playful dance. she was all alone, sitting in the wet sand, watching as the sun slowly makes its way up into a new day.

port dickson. where it all began, and where it all ended. she remembered the moment they locked eyes on the beach, as if it was just yesterday. when she first saw him, she knew that he will be her future. it had been a fast courtship, with an equally fast matrimony. perhaps they knew subconsciously that their time together will be limited. their lives together was blissful, even if it hadn't been as long as she had imagined. if she had known that cancer will take him away, she would have devoted every single minute of her days to him. now, it's too late.

looking into the horizon, she could still picture themselves as old grandparents, hair grey with age and posture stooped, holding hands together, sitting in the swing that now lie broken and rusty in the garden. so much regrets are locked in her heavy heart. regret at not being able to see how he would have looked in his old age. regret at not giving birth to a child so that she can have someone to hold in her arms right now, someone who looks like an exact image of him. regret at not telling him more often that she loves him with all her life. regrets that are now drifting in the wind, meaningless and aimless.

tears streaked down her face with the thought of that. with a heavy sigh and a shake of her head, she stood up. it's not technically correct, she thought. cancer didn't take him away. the bitchy nurse who attended to him day and night did. with her sexy short skirt, her soft melodic voice and the swinging of her hips as she walked. he survived the cancer treatments but he didn't survive the temptation of that bitch.

that bastard!