A Story of a Woman - That's it?

Mystery, a Phenomenon

It had been a few weeks ever since I stalked a young lady. I saw her from a distance, staring at her long black hair hanging loose as a flowing river. I loved when she talked, I love when she smiled, I love when she walked, I love when she laughed, and I love everything she did. 

I saw her as the sun, a magnificent creation of God, but the thing I could I do was just staring at her from a distance, avoiding from dazzled, because I might be burnt as I walked closer to her side.

There was a mystery in the core of her heart reflected from a pair of her brown eyeballs that always left unexplainable thing in my mind. 

There was also mystery in her voice which kept reverberating in my soul, even when she didn’t say a word, as if a moon that raise the anger of a tranquil wave.

I was in the middle of her labyrinth, solving the unsolvable riddles.

As time goes by…

I walked with her, I talked to her, I laughed with her, and I did everything with her. As we got along, I felt her light emitted from the hollow of her heart, deep inside her heart, and I found the core of it.

As soon as I understood her light, it was seemed that she lost her light. It grew dimmer and dimmer, and eventually dark. There was no mystery any longer.

“That’s it?”

 “Ah.. I should not have solved the mystery..”