Stranger....

They said I had been in the second floor of that building for almost five years now, and there I was on the elevator, wondering which floor I wanted to go.
That probably may have been the first day I realized, everything was not alright.

Memories were sweet, memories were all I had, all my life. And I was losing them all.
I was told that I had been married to this person who is sitting by the window, for 34 years now. I do not know. Not even in the faintest of my memories I remember his face or days with him. May be I would have loved him with all my heart, may be we would have watched the rain from there, cuddled up in each other's arms and whispering to each other what we meant to each other, but I do not remember.

I hope, at least for once I would have told him then, that my love for him would stand the test of time and memories of human mind.It may have been a broken promise, but still I hope I would have let him known. For , now I stand before a stranger who loves me for my past...