He smiles and whispers in my ear, "I love you". I wonder... did he really mean that? He is so beautiful, that it scares me.

"Will you ever leave me and go away", I asked, scared… I didn't want to lose him.

He smiles at me, "Darling, why would I ever do that?"

I had my answer.

The intimate moment over, we sat on the bed, me edged on one side, he on the other. The darkness of the room is soothing, our silence stifling.

Even in the darkness I could feel his beauty, he was so breathtaking, so mysterious.
And he was all mine- or so I thought.

I sat and wondered... where was all the laughter, the naughty smiles, the twinkle in his eyes, all the joy we had shared? Now we behave like two people who didn't know each other anymore…only the usual, "I love you" accompanied with a meek smile which didn't really mean anything.

He got busy with his work and I got busy with mine. The love just was not there anymore.

He decided to leave, said he had to leave for work earlier than the usual timing tomorrow; I didn't try to stop him, because it wasn't in me to do so anymore.

He got dressed quickly, he seemed in a hurry, all I did I was watch him as I slowly dressed

"Goodbye", he murmured, but loud enough for me to hear and left without waiting for my response.

I walked up to the window to catch a glimpse of him, I saw him get into his car. He raced down the road leaving me behind with an uneasy feeling deep inside my heart. With nothing left to do, I decided to slip back under the bedcovers into slumberous oblivion.

I woke up the next day to the news of a man killed in an accident.

I didn't have to be told who it was-I ran to the place where it happened- it was covered with blood-his blood.

Its been months since that fateful day and now as I stand in front of his grave, I think of our last conversation-my doubt, his reassurance.

But now he really is- gone- and left me alone.