You could be justified in calling it the yearning of a lifetime. Pretty much so. But I'm not sure if you'd understand it fully. It came into my life at a stage when I did not want, but needed it to. I remember our first meeting. We exchanged just a couple of sentences and then it was off, only to return with joy into my life in a little while. It took me some time to realise that I had found a pebble in the midst of sand. But I needed no expert to tell me how precious it was. It was my friend, accomplice, confidante. My little sister away from home. A refuge, and an essential part of my life. I woke up to its sound in the morning, and mine was the last good night it heard before going to bed. We giggled, we gossiped. We cried, we cared. We shared, we loved. Life became so wonderful that it began to seem too good to be true. Maybe it was. For the pebble got washed away with the sands one day. They say times change, people too. Sadly, I saw it happen. I do wonder sometimes, did the pebble roll away willingly? Perhaps it did. Maybe I could have done something about it. Truth was I couldn't have. It was neither captive, nor did I own it. You don't do all this to someone you love. I wish something could turn back the dials of the clock and give me a little more time with it. I often see it nestling with the sands these days, getting washed at the shore, soaking the sun - lying there as if that is where it was meant to be. I feel abandoned, to say the least. It was betrayal at its worst. I miss my pebble nevertheless, and hate the sands. Loathe the waves that took it away from me. But no dials will turn back and bring back that what was. Someday if the pebble looks back, it'll see me right where it left me. In that corridor where we laughed till we wept. Still wiping a tear.
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