They say I have to stop falling in love with memories. Yet again, I found myself sitting all alone by the windowsill, examining God's tears as the coldness was seeping right into my soul.
One.. two.. three..
It came with small droplets, before then it started to pour down heavily in a midsummer night's shower, just like the beautiful memories of us. In instant, I was getting drowned by the thoughts of you— of us, and what we could have been.
How could this happen to us?
I still couldn't bring myself to believe it, even it all was played again and again in my mind like one old, broken tape.
We met by destiny at the beginning of May when the sweet scent of flourishing flowers was on the air— and slowly.. our love bloomed; the prettiest spectrums painted the clear, blue sky as the birds sang those of evensongs.
It clutched on me tightly as my chest constricted in pain, though I had never felt this right as I had you as my sun to cast away the dark clouds in my days; and you had me as your moon to soothe you before darkness consumed you.
Yes, everything was perfect for us, even in between those chaotic imperfections.
Then again, nothing lasts forever, they all say.
There came the rough, stormy days of winter. I could see how the leaves and withered roses were blown away by blizzard that it was blinding my sight from everything.Did the wind carry our love away, too? When the dew wept silently, all I knew was: only dust remained as I waited for you. Still, through this blurred, dispersed monochrome of our pictures, my soul longed for you.