It started.

Slowly.

Bonding.

Seeming Inspereable.

 

Hopes.

Manifestation.

Memories.

Remarks.

 

 

Announcement.

Heartbreak.

Tears.

Sorrow.

Grey.

 

 

Wounded.

Dried Tears.

A Look Back.

Questions.

Lots of Questions.

 

What was that behind the book?

Why did you display the acts of affection?

Why were you close to her?

Why didn't you kept the distance?

Why did you gave hope through your actions?

What was the reason for all of that, you've done?

Isn't the dream true?

 

 

13 Stabs on the Back.

No one in your perimeter able to see you.

Except.

Her.

Her, cleaning the wounds.

Her forehead kiss leading you to deep slumber.

Waking up to see she's gone.

You in search for her.

Only to see, where she lives you can't step-in.

And she can't cross the fence.

You talking to her.

Falling in Love.

Aching to Touch Her.

Until, you hold her close in Your arms.

And walk till the very end of the road.

Isn't this true? 

 

What is all of this?

 

Why did you do this?

 

It was Her.

All Along!

Her. The first one to volunteer when no one wanted to work with you.

Her being brave, and all and being the first one.

Her receiving hate because of You.

Your Past.

 

And yet.

 

Yet.

 

It's nothing.

Simply nothing.

 

Your a father now, someone's husband.

And she is still there, alone, shining bright.

Like She's Meant to.

Her.

All Along.