She Shined so Bright

”How cruel this world can become ” an old man in his late 40s said while staring out the French window door at the snow thats falling on the ground, hiding everything with its beautiful white cloak, and the wind which is playing with the naked branches that let go of their leaves until the coldness leaves and brings instead the warm sun in Spring.

He sighed with a light chuckle at the idea that came to his mind. ”Can you believe words are still not capable of describing you? ” He turned his head to stare at a huge painting on the wall behind his huge Mahogany desk. Its for a woman in her early 30s. Shes holding a big bouquet of red roses, she was smiling but whenever the man stares at it, he only wonders and mumbles with the same broken voice ”why did you leave me with this smile? ”

He sighed heavily and went to take seat in his huge Mahogany desk. There were a lot of finished papers waiting his Butler to come and take away; leaving a special space for his writing machine.

He opened one of the desks rollers and picked out a number of white A4 papers. He placed one of them on the machine and prepared to type whatever just came to his mind.

No matter how many times the snow falls, it still looks the same, hiding the whole place with the same cover, in the same colour, but you… You? You were different every month… No, you were different everyday. The way you used to smile, was melting the ice in my heart whenever I felt not myself. You coloured differently. Not like this boring white snow with the same colour every year. You… You were always something new. Sometimes yellow, other times red with slight black, and many other colours.

He stopped typing and turned his chair to stare at the painting once again. ”Heres the same sentence I think about in every time I write about you ”. He mumbled before turning back to type at the end:

You were my sunshine, but I still don know why you couldn be mine.

He stood from his