Ch 20: An inspiration.

Years had passed since that day, since the last words we shared. I had buried the memories, the feelings, the pain. Life moved on, as it always does. I had grown, matured, and learned to live with the emptiness she left behind. It was a part of me now something that had shaped who I was, but no longer defined me.

It was an ordinary afternoon when I received the message. It was from one of my old friends, a guy I hadn't heard from in years. He had been a part of my life during the days when everything seemed possible, when dreams weren't broken yet.

"Hey, man. You remember the song I wrote about unrequited love? Well, it's finally out. Thought you might like it. Check it out when you get the time."

I stared at the message for a while, then hit the play button. But when I heard it, my heart skipped a beat. I didn't know why it affected me so much. I was instantly drawn to his lyrics and it gave me an inspiration. And I thought of it for a while.

As the lyrics filled my mind, memories I had thought were buried deep within me came flooding back. I saw her again, in all her beauty, her grace, her smile that had once made my heart race. I saw the moments we had shared together. The late-night talks, the quiet walks, the way I had once believed that she was the one.

But I had been wrong.

The song, with its haunting melody and aching words, resonated with everything I had gone through, everything I had felt. The pain, the rejection, the endless waiting—it all came alive again, but this time, it didn't hurt. It was different. It was as if the song had given me permission to grieve, to finally let go of what I had been holding onto for so long.

And that's when it hit me.

I needed to write. I needed to tell my story. Not just for me, but for anyone who had ever loved someone who didn't love them back. For anyone who had suffered in silence, waiting for a love that would never come.

I spent the next few months pouring my heart into the pages of a book. The words came easily at first. I relived the memories, the moments of our time together, the way she had looked at me, the way I had hoped for something more. But then, as the writing progressed, I found myself delving deeper.

The pain, the longing, the heartbreak—they weren't just about her anymore. They were about something bigger. About the human experience, about love, about loss. About learning to live with your brokenness and finding a way to move forward.

I wrote about my insecurities, my mistakes, the times I had fallen short. But I also wrote about the beauty that came with loving someone, even if it wasn't returned. I wrote about how love could change you, how it could make you stronger, even in the face of pain.

I decided to immortalize her presence thought bitter-sweet in a grand style writing a book on her, with the title,

"My Lady in Green."

I wrote the book with ease but was stuck at the ending perhaps, in my life I knew the ending right from the very moment we met, but my heart refused to accept it. So I finally let go and completed the book. Ready for the generations to come.

The End!!