She wasn’t his, of course.
He possessed no one and had given his soul to none. He was a man inviolate. She was all too briefly a part of his life, but he should have spoken. He should have told her, “I love you for all that you are.”
Instead he smiled and laughed, bought coffee and cake, laced the conversation with a multitude of interesting facts.
And she never knew, unless she knew, feeling discretion to be the better part of tact.
Afterwards he let her go, though it tore his heart to do so; when all he wanted was to hold her tight, to breathe in the perfume of her life.
He knew she had to leave; she wasn’t his to keep, he had merely borrowed her from another who adored her as much as he did.
On that day her eyes were bright with life. She held the vitality of an unconquered spirit within her precious soul.
Read more: Short Story: A Moment To Remember | Shortbread
She wasn’t his, of course.He possessed no one and had given his soul to none. He was a man inviolate. She was all too briefly a part of his life, but he should have spoken. He should have told her, “I love you for all that you are.”Instead he smiled and laughed, bought coffee and cake, laced the conversation with a multitude of interesting facts.And she never knew, unless she knew, feeling discretion to be the better part of tact.Afterwards he let her go, though it tore his heart to do so; when all he wanted was to hold her tight, to breathe in the perfume of her life.He knew she had to leave; she wasn’t his to keep, he had merely borrowed her from another who adored her as much as he did.On that day her eyes were bright with life. She held the vitality of an unconquered spirit within her precious soul.Read more: Short Story: A Moment To Remember | Shortbread
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