The Keyword of the Week |The Mirror

Hello steemians,

This is me @sarosh-akbar58 in https://steemit.com/created/hive-107855

It began on a very ordinary afternoon though later I knew it wasnt so ordnary at all

My grandmother house always had a smell of lavender mixed with wood polish and down its long hallway stood a mirror tall and old with frame carved like vines and roses. Most people passed by it without notice but for me it always had some strange pull. It wasnt just glass it was like it remembred

The first time I saw him he was standing right infront of that mirror. I stopped surprised coz he wasnt family. He was my cousins friend helping to fix something in the house. But his eyes were not on tools they were on the mirror

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I teased him saying do you always look at mirrors this long
He smiled a bit shy and said not usually but this one feels different it makes you think about your self

I laughed but when I stood beside him I got it. Looking into that mirror with him near me my reflection no longer looked lonely. It was brighter as if his presence added color

From that day mirror became like our secret meeting place. First we just talked about small stuff like books songs and random dreams but slowly we opened more. He told me of losing his father too soon I told him about fears I kept hidden. And the mirror always showed it all like it refused to hide the truth.

Time kept going two years passed and still we said we were just friends. But the mirror showed the truth our hands lingerd too long our eyes softened when we looked at each other. It was there in glass even if we denied it in words

Then came the day I found out he was leaving. A friend told me he got a job far away. He had not told me maybe coz he didnt want to break us. I ran to his house that night tears down my face my hair a mess my heart even worse

I found him again standing infront of the mirror. His reflection looked as broken as mine. I cried and said everything I had held for years my love my fear of losing him the silence that was too heavy.

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He didnt stop me he just held me tight and when I was done he whispered you beat me to it.

Inside the room I saw candles roses petals and a bouquet of lilies waiting. He had planned to confess but the mirror pushed me first. When he kissed me I looked once more and for the first time it didnt show two people. It showed one

Now years later the mirror is in our own home. It has seen our wedding the first cry of our baby the playful laught of our twin daughters.

Last week I saw him again staring into it. I teased him like before do you always look at mirrors this long. He smiled with those eyes that still make my heart weak and said not really but this one remind me of the day I found every thing I was searching for.

I stepped beside him and our reflections merged once more proof that the mirror never lied. So much for denial

This is an amazing contest:
CONTEST: "The Keyword of the Week" / WETTBEWERB: "Das Schlüsselwort der Woche"

I am also inviting my some friends as well
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