The Agony of a First Love

I did watch her from a distance.I really could not comprehend nor could i comfort her. Not that i did not want to but because i did not know how.Written all over her face was the intensity of the excruciating pain.I had known her to be a happy one. But not this morning when she awoke. some may say she woke up on her left side, others may not quite understand. First things first...other than the usual which should have been cleaning her face, she took a lighter. She burned them all. From the biggest to the smallest. It seemed like a ceremony when seen from a distance, but the sad reality was that she was trying to burn down all the memories. I only wished for her that the memory she had of him would turn into ashes just like the gifts she had set ablaze had.I hoped that her memories would soon fade like the smoke did. i wished that within no time she would smile again. I could not be sure of this. Did all the praises she had of him , all the sweet memories, even the rhythm of his instruments and musical notes have to be forgotten now? She had just had enough. All that time, all she awaited ,all she really longed for would be no more. I saw no tear trickle down her cheek but that i was sure would take not long. All this was the result of the agony. The agony of a first love. A love she thought she would walk down the aisle... a love she had so cherished...I actually wanted to make fun of the situation. wanted to welcome her to the singles club. The club where there was less pain from third parties. A club where she could do whatever she wanted without explaining anything. On second thoughts i couldn't. All i can do now is pray for time to heal her wound soon...for now it is too deep...very red...i hope it wont take her a step backwards..i hope it takes her 2 steps ahead