Our story began smoothly with a ‘hai’.
I was writing it.
The first few chapters were heart throbbing.
Words were inspired by him.
Secrets started to spill.
The Chapters started to get filled with passion.
And the story urged with heat.
Fate wrote the lines to destiny.
The destiny I had wished for us.
I was wrong.
I realized the last chapter was already written.
He was already in his “happily ever after”.
He was the author and I was just a pawn.
“For better or for worse”
I paused,
“I am letting you go”.
Scared as hell I glanced behind in search of the dying screams and weeping squeals, my shadow glanced back.
Standing in the place where the alley once stood, he reminisced their first kiss. “I miss you”, he etched on a brick in the debris. It’s been 8 years. One night had changed his life. Shattered everything. But the debris remained. He threw the rock and walked away in grief. The rock fell near something that shimmered in the scorching sun. It was a promise ring.
It took a moment to say ‘I love you’ but it took a lifetime to realise what true love was.
He was my childhood friend, we didn’t talk much but our eyes spoke a lot. We never got a chance to speak with our voices and we never got to exchange our names let alone our feelings for each other. I don’t know where he is at present or he doesn’t know where I’m. But I am sure the intense fervency that came to life when we were close still exists in the distance stifling us, no matter how far apart we are or nigh maybe, who knows. Let fate decide.
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It was all fake at first.
But somehow we fell for
the ones behind the mask
I found her and she found me.
The mistakes turned into
something magical.
Only the cupid didn’t have to use
its arrows.
But it was truly magical.
Biblichor 