Imagine a flat, desolate desert on a dark, starry night.
Scattered around this scenery of the desert, were my proud bunch of friends, whom I met and had an exquisite time with every day. Standing in the desert, they were happy and smiling at me; my friendship with them was blooming.
I have perpetually received less love ever since my childhood. My oldsters did not have time for me, they had their own myraid of issues to settle; there were tons of problems at home and clearly, I was left all alone. I solely had my grannie to relinquish me with love, but even she passed on to the great beyond.
Now, when Keira entered my life and showered so much love on me, everybody standing in the desert started disappearing one by one. I stopped giving them time, and slowly my friendship with them also started degrading.
It became pretty obvious that I was going to spend my each and every day with Keira; spend each and every hour along with her merrily with no regrets that I did not get to meet my friends. I was in heaven.
A disabled person, who has no idea of what walking feels like, gets to run on his on feet. Imagine the joy of that person. That was me, that is how I accepted her love when she showered it on me.
There was nobody in the desert except Keira. However, she truly crammed all the voids. My focus was utterly on her. I did not even notice my friends slowly disappearing behind. I kept gazing at each and every detail of her.
Surely, I was on cloud nine.
I was certain that Keira is not going to go anywhere regardless of what happens between us. She will be there till the end, till my last breath. We always dealt with our issues in the past and she never left because we loved one another.
But then, things got a bit worse, they went off limits. We did not know how to handle the situation, and we ended up hurting each other.
And then, I saw her hand disappearing. All I could think was, “What the hell? What’s happening? I didn’t expect this. Why is she disappearing? Is this a joke? It must be a joke! Something is wrong!”
Her hand kept fading away. I simply could not stop it.
I took a paintbrush and began painting her hand.
It was arduous on my behalf to believe that this was actually happening.
She kept disappearing more, I kept painting more.
Her hands disappeared, I painted her hands.
Her legs disappeared, I painted her legs.
Her body disappeared, I painted her body.
Her face disappeared…
And I… I just kept painting, trying my best to keep her in sight.
But in the end, what I had in my hand, was a portrait of her. She had left. I looked around the desert. I could not see anyone around. I had lost everything.
I kept crying, my tears falling on the portrait, taking its colours off. I was clueless of what to do next.
Releasing all the heaviness in my heart, I took few months to dig a pit as deep as possible and buried the portrait in it.
Then, I was simply sitting on the cold sand of the desert, looking at the stars, feeling numb.
That erémos, that night, just doesn’t leave me.