It's always breathtaking. 

Like the wind that breezed during that November afternoon, 

You walked past me leaving your thick vanilla scent floated in the air, 

That had every cell in my system to stop working—

To look at your back retrieving farther away from me,

With the image of you in my head swaying your way to me.

It's always reminiscing. 

Just like that Monday morning during fall, 

When we met under the tree, sitting on the grass. 

And for  a short moment there was a smile gracing your lips, 

With sparks of love vivid in your eyes; 

I fell for the second time. 

Mentally and physically— 

In love with every bit of your presence in my life, wholeheartedly. 

But it's always heartbreaking. 

Just like the sound of broken glasses thrown to the floor,

During that Saturday night when a loud bang heard on the door, 

For the umpteenth times we fought.

Under the beams of a beautiful moon—

Your words were loud engraving pains that left nothing but wounds,

Words where it caused my stomach churned—

Only to leave me scarred; only to leave all my hopes burnt.   

Of where it sealed a promise of no return. 

   —Jane.