Sitting by the window of the fast-moving train, she unwound the storytape of her life. Blaming herself for unletting
go of things, she recalled some of her undazzling memories; the memories of a
life so long, yet seeming so brief. She remembered her childhood, her
adolescence and her married life. She unwished some of her young dreams and
hopes and wished she could go back in time and dream of different ones.
Her childhood was smooth and lacking in any drama; her adolescent years went by unexciting and slow paced. She was
wise and undaring. She would think and unthink any decision before making it.
She would never speak a word that she would later want to unspeak, or make a
promise she would later wish to unvow.
As she grew older, she started dreaming of
a man who would change her whole existence, unbore her solemn life. She
fantasized about a man who would take her on his wings and fly off to exotic
places, uncover secrets of the world and climb the winding staircase of
success, fame and fortune together. She refused the idea of a secure,
comfortable life and welcomed with open arms the first one who promised her all
that she dreamed of.
But months and years unraveled the ugly
truth; sometimes promises can be but empty words of a young man who wants to
win the woman of his dreams. Her years unfolded before her eyes as she recalled
details of her similar, uninteresting days. If she could just go back and
unmake some of her choices.. If only she could unbelieve the promises made to
her or unwant things that were so far out of reach… If only she could unlive
her whole life…
Tears streamed down her face as the train
attained its last stop.
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