Did I abandon her when she needed me the most?
Her scent of salt lingers indelibly in my memory. I can’t shake the image of her face from my mind: golden hair that fell with the grace of desert silhouettes, blue eyes in which you could lose yourself for months, and beautiful red lips, like the blood spilled in the battles of the heart.
No one else has filled the void she left behind, and I’m consumed by the torment of having made the wrong choice. Even now, the uncertainty remains...
Time fades into an endless question: will we meet again? And if we do, what would that reunion be like? We’ve both changed so much that I fear I might not recognize her if our paths cross.
What hurts the most is feeling her latent presence in my heart, patiently waiting for the right moment for our fates to intertwine once more.
In the meantime, I find solace in remembering the beautiful moments I lived in her, in my homeland, under my flag.