Enchanted Swain

The Gone

My destiny began the day I returned to school, but it wasn’t the academic environment that consumed my thoughts; it was her. The one I loved beyond measure, the desire of my heart. She occupied my every thought, more precious to me than anything I possessed.

Every moment, day and night, was filled with dreams of her future, imagining her walking through the gates of the university. Our connection was electric, each conversation over the phone tightening the bond between us. Her voice became my solace, her laughter my joy. Even when she was miles away, her presence in my heart was stronger than any physical sensation. I felt her with every beat of my heart, closer than even the air I breathed.

As our relationship deepened, so did my reverence for her. Describing my feelings in words seemed impossible; she was a part of me, and I of her. We were inseparable, not by proximity, but by the unbreakable bond of our love.

At school, my two best friends became observers of this transformation. They saw me, always engrossed in my phone, speaking to her. Lectures and assignments faded into the background as my world revolved around making her happy. Her happiness became my priority, her smile my mission.

Our love grew into a force that governed my actions. If she wished for something, I made it happen; if she disliked something, I abandoned it without a second thought. Her desires were my commandments, and fulfilling them brought me unparalleled joy.

We basked in our shared happiness, so much so that even my friends noticed the shift. They saw how my love for her had become an all-consuming passion that overshadowed my studies. Yet, I didn’t see it as a problem. My existence was centered around pleasing her, loving her, and obeying her wishes. My devotion was such that people began to call me by her name, a testament to how much I had become one with her.

To others, it might have seemed like madness or obsession, something to be mocked. But to me, it was the purest form of love, a love that made me forget myself in the pursuit of her happiness.

The love and happiness we shared were beyond words, creating a symphony that played continuously in the background of my life. Those moments were so joyful and profound that they touched the deepest parts of my soul. It reshaped my life in ways I never imagined, to the point where others started to see me as a bit of a dreamer lost in love. My identity became so intertwined with hers that my own name began to fade, replaced by the warmth of our connection.

I made no decisions about my life without her consent and approval.

I rarely called her by her name, as she was the most influential person in my life. Instead, I used terms of endearment or showered her with words of prayer and well wishes whenever I spoke to her or prepared to meet her. I would start with, "May the Lord be your guiding light and may He increase your joy every day, my beloved, the one I treasure more than life itself. Live long, my dear." After she responded, I would continue, "Good day, my love. How may I serve you today? How can I bring you happiness and fulfill your every wish? I am yours to command, and your happiness is my purpose."

As a closing remark, I would always say, "May your Lord bless you. Live long, my dear."