This is a story about The Eyes and The Tear.

Once upon a time, the eyes looked so sad. A suffering in it. I could clearly see there was an invisible tear. It welled up, did not flow down. It reflected the sun shine. It was luminous. Then it caught my eyes, and smiled.

And I turned my face away, pretending everything was OK. And the tear waited in silent, patiently.

                 I disappeared.

                                 It disappeared. A silent good bye.

At the end of the road, it found me. Or I let it found me. I said, "Hello. How are you?" And it whispered, "Life is hard, My Darling. Be careful." I smiled. I waved good bye to the eyes where a tear welled up.

In the end, I only can whisper to my self, "If only." Yes, if only. The magic words make the time machine seems so far away.

If only..
I kept silent and told no word. The sad face and the invisible tear would never exist. The "Hello" would be more humble.

Now, the eyes are haunting me.

verda farida

The story was fictional, based on a true story which was covered by sweet lies. Thank you for your attention. Enjoy your wine, cheers!

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