We all have a few fragments of untold stories ingrained within ourselves right? It❜d be so uneven to even ponder otherwise. Those fragments glide within every knot and twist. There were times when looking into a pair of eyes turned the concrete ash walls of our hearts into blossom pink petals and every romantic music,that seemed like the story of our lives.
Every two we saw became one and every yours and mine became ours and us. Some of us who fantasized about sunrise, sunsets and stargazing started to become infatuated about looking at a face we always wanted to kiss before every sunrise and cup them and fill with smooches after every sunsets. We regarded inside our minds how those lips were the window to the soul and tasting every bit of it was knowing the souls we wanted to be our mates forever. Within every page of that diary we hid from
the venomous world, there was a different world, we used to fill with ink and our misconceptions about forevers. Life goes on, distance between those two hearts increases. Some of them/us decide to fall out love under certain circumstances. Some of us just feel better to love from the distance. Slowly we realize, it❜s not only about loving a person, but the effort to be and stay in love with and create our duration of forever. Someone who only knew about the language of silence and eyes, gained expertise about love languages in their own way.
Some of us decided to stay and some of them left, summer turned into fall that turned into a motionless winter night which is buffering longer to pass.
However, life has this habit of taking us along with his journey, keeping those harbouring thoughts inside some sort of casket, we fail to find and decide to remember the fragments that seem the best.