While cleaning the store

While cleaning the store, she found one of her old diaries covered in dust having soiled pages also have few dead flowers. Those flowers were stories of love; those were the memories of someone who gave those flowers filled with his love, wrapped in promises and commitments to be there for her always. She closes her eyes and opened the forgotten chapters of her life. The life where there was love all around and that person who was deeply and madly in love with her. He was genuine in his promises and so was she. She took a sigh and some tears flown out of her eyes. She looked at the flowers they were all dead, they don’t have that softness any more and the fragrance is also long gone but they do have their imprints on the pages which were like coffin of those flowers. She burst into tears remembering the day when the man who loved her most died, his face was colour less and his usual fragrance was also not there like the flowers in the diary but he left his imprints on her life which will be there forever until she meet him up there in heavens. Suddenly a smile appears on her lips and she straighten up her black widow dress and stand up with a never dying hope to meet her love again.