A Hopeless Love...

Her beautiful eyes twinkled in the starlight and her laughter sounded like little bells.
He looked at her small face, her beautiful smile and smiled at her silly joke.
He goes to the balls and soirees with her and he picks her up promptly at 6 and he stays sober through the night so he can be sane enough to drop her back home.
She wants to walk home today. "I love the weather today, don't you?" she asks him. He nods. "Let's walk today." He carries her shawl for her and holds her hand when her shoe heel gets stuck on the cobbled street and he carries her purse when she gets tired walking.

He goes to the balls with her, but he stands at the side and watches her dance merrily with other men. She's an amazing dancer, how gracefully she moves, how delicately. He dreams of a private performance but they never stand close enough. He's the patient listener when she tells him about the new love in her life and he's the convenient warm shoulder when the new man breaks her heart, one more, once again.

She kisses him on the cheek at the doorstep and thanks him as always. "You're so kind", she says today, "Why can't other men be like you?" And she's pouts and bids him goodnight and be gone. He stays back and breathes in her lingering perfume. He looks at the full moon today and wonders, why can't he be like other men?


He goes home alone, as always. Tonight he'll drown himself in his favourite tumbler, for tonight will be the worst. Tomorrow she's leaves town. Ofcourse he'll go see her off at the station and take a bunch of flowers along for her. He'll tell her how much he'll miss her at the parties and ask her to keep in touch. She'll laugh her tinkling laughter then nod earnestly and tell him she'll miss him as well. And he'll know that he'll never see her again.