Time passes and I’m still sitting on his wooden chair, looking outside at how the sky changing its color from night to daylight. I’m getting used to this, especially when I don’t want to remember how lonely and pitiful I became after he left me in this world.

We promised we would leave it together, but he left me alone.

Days come and pass and I’m sticking to this wooden chair, wondering when my day would come to follow him up there.

I want to join him soon. We made a promise. I should follow him soon.

Days come and pass, and it has been three years since he left. And I’m still sticking to this wooden chair.

I close my eyes and remember the days when he first came up to me, like a magical myth. I knew at the moment that I fell in love, but pushed it off trying not to sound like a crazy lonely woman.

He smiled at me and my heart felt like it was flying. His lips curved upward, showing his white crystal teeth. He had such a beautiful smile. I was sure that I was staring as he raised an eyebrow at me and I blushed looking away.

I couldn’t stand how embarrassment I was, so I turned and ran away from the ball. As I ran down the garden I felt a hand holding my arms and stopped me. When I turned and looked up, his eyes pleaded me to stay.

“Are you scared?” he asked and I took a deep breath and shook my head.

“Are you upset?” He asked another question, pulling me closer to him and my body tensed. I stared at his clear blue eyes, it reminded me of the clear morning light. I felt an invisible magnet pulling me to him. I felt safe and comfortable with a stranger I never met before. I shook my head again.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, eyes drawing me into him. I was falling, as if I was falling from a high cliff and the next thing I felt before losing myself was me nodding at him.

Our lips danced together to the music in the house. It was my first kiss, it lasted long and tasted sweet. I lost my breath with him. My legs felt numb that he had to catch me in his arms, pulling me closer to him.

He broke the kiss, put kept me close to his chest. Our chest raised up and down in sync motion, which made me smile. I loved how his hand felt very soft, on my cheeks as he pecked my lips again.

“Strange.” He pressed his lips again on mine, and I nodded, agreeing with him.

“I think that I’m flying.” He said, nuzzling my nose and I smiled.

“Me too.” And those were the first words I said to him. “I feel like I’m alive.”

Time passed and I didn’t see him again. I still felt his lips on mine though. Soft and sweet. Running a finger over my lips, I closed my eyes, remembering how it felt, as I heard someone jumping in my balcony. Beside me. Where I was standing, a scarf over my shoulders, watching the moon.

I turned to find him standing before me. I gasped and the second thing I felt was his arms around my shoulder, pulling me in his arms in a warm hug.

The tears pricking my eyes and they slid down soundly over my cheeks as I hugged him back, feeling him again. 

“I missed you.” I said to him and he nodded, sniffing my hair.

“I missed you too.”

And like this this was the second time I saw him. I still had that feeling in my chest that I wanted this to last forever. I never ever wanted to leave those arms, or getting away from this sweet scent of his.

A kiss, following a kiss, and our talking was replaced with them. Sweet, sloppy and dreamy.

All I remember was him beside me every day when I woke up. He, smiling at me and pulling me close to his chest, whispering sweet, good mornings in my ears and I giggled, squirming in his arms playfully.

I waited for him. Days, weeks, months, two years, four years and he never came back.

And on my engagement party, he appeared. How much I hated him at that moment, for making me wait and coming when I was taken.

I avoided him as much as I can. I pushed all the hopes and positive thoughts that maybe…maybe we would still have a chance together. He left me and I was so lonely, so lonely to think that he would come back for me.

I felt like suffocating. I left the party and went outside for fresh air. The air was nice and refreshing but a fainted wind, slapped me, reminding me that it was over.

I froze when I felt someone approaching from behind. I half turned to see him, standing tall. More handsome and taller, his feature sharpened and he became more beautiful, his eyes still clear blue, glowing under the moonlight.

“Doesn’t this remind you of something?” he asked, spreading his arms beside his side. As if he was telling the fresh air to take over him.

“No.” I said, angrily. I lied. I remembered everything, every moment with him and wished for more in the future and hated myself for thinking like this.

“You are lying.” He said and I snapped at him, hard.

“Leave me alone.” I turned to walk away, I wanted to run to a place where no one would know me. A place that wouldn’t have him. A place where there wouldn’t have my parent or my new fiancé.

I wanted to be alone. Alone with him. I hated that I kept admitting it. He left me many times and I still wanted him.

He stopped me again by pulling me from my waist. He spun me and kissed me hard. I wanted to fight him back and push him away from me. Who did he think he was for having my heart and step on it like this?  But I couldn’t. I missed those lips. I missed those arms around me. I missed his touch. I kissed him back.

“You left me.” I said, crying and that was the first time I cried in front of him. Really cried in front of him. I was sobbing. He hushed me, pulling me in his arms. He kissed my head many times as my face was buried in his chest. I missed his smell.

“I’m here now.” He whispered

I pulled away from him, knowing that this was no use. I shook my head, tears started to pour from my eyes harder. “I’m getting married soon. It’s too late.”

I turned to walk away, but he stopped me, wrapping his arms around me from behind. His arms held me tightly and I kept telling myself this wouldn’t work, but I wanted it to work. He kissed my jaw line, kissing the place behind my ears and I melted in his arms.

“It’s never too late.” He whispered, turning me to look at me in the eyes. “I want to marry you. I disappeared to make sure that when I ask for your hand in marriage, I would make you live as a queen. My queen.”

The tears ran down as I my lips, staring at him. Trying to figure out what he meant and what he would do to keep that promise. “I love you, I can’t breathe without having you, breathing with me.”

I closed my eyes tightly and let his beautiful lies dawn me in him, more and more.

How was I supposed to live without him? I wondered.

He kept his promised and I got engaged to him.

It was hard as my father refused him many times. But he stayed many nights and days in front of our house. Standing still in the position without eating, drinking or sleeping. For whole 2 days and half. And that was when I started to panic.

I begged my father to agree. He would die if he didn’t drink anything. I cried hard seeing how his lips turned pale and got rough, how his eyes wanted to stay open, determined to keep as awake as possible. His sight broke my heart. He was doing his best for our future together while I was just watching.

“Please, dad.” I begged, sobbing hard.

My father closed his eyes tightly and exhale heavily. He pushed me slightly from his sight as he walked outside to where, my fate was standing. I have always known that my father had the biggest heart.

I gasped when I watched my father sending him a few feet away, with only one punch. “Dad.” I cried, behind him, but stopped from moving when he held up his hands.

“I would never ever accept someone like you in my family.” My father said and I heard both mine and his heart shattering.

My father sighed and my breath stopped. “But you showed such stubborn and love for my daughter, no one ever showed before, aside from me.” He took a deep breath, turning to face you.

“Give him something to eat and something to drink.” He said, a frown over his face. “Do whatever you want.”

He walked, passing me, into the house again and I stood clueless. Not believing what I heard. Not understanding what he meant. Did he just agree for me and him to get married?

I hadn’t movie until I heard him crying over the floor.  “Are you going to let me die, or what?” I chuckled, running to him, wiping away the tears from my eyes. Wondering where did he have the energy for making such a joke.

I bent down on my knees beside him and he wrapped a weak arm around my neck, pulling me in a hug. I giggled happily against his neck.

"We will be together."

“I told you we would be together forever. That I won’t be able to breathe if you weren’t there next to me, breathing and alive.” 

Such a beautiful words and beautiful memories. We spent years and years and years beside each other. Watching our children grow up and having our first grandchild and then the other.

Days come and pass and I’m still sticking to this wooden chair, wondering how beautiful we lived our life happily. That I was still breathing when he wasn't there breathing next to me.

I close my eyes. Over the wooden chair, that I always sit on. The wind comes but not slapping my face. It kisses my cheeks softly.

I open them and see him standing in front of me smiling. He reaches his hand for me and I take it as we walk through unknown road which was filled with flowers from both sides.

"We made a promise." I whispered and he smiled at me.

We, finally, become together again. Always and forever.

 I use it in a blog instead of story because yeah, it's not a fan fiction even though you could just imagine it with anyone :) 

So tell me what you think guys?