He was her sunshine.
And she was that summer's lilly who learned to love under his light.
He was the first one to post a disagreeing comment on her well crafted writing and she didn't feel like defending her point as his comment ended like, "Just consider this as a conversation I would like to have with you over a cup of tea."
Right from that moment she was falling for him, his long texts to which she would wake up for and the way he made her laugh.
Right from that moment she was falling for him, his long texts to which she would wake up for and the way he made her laugh.
She lived 356 miles away from him, but it almost felt like she could hear his heart beats.
His songs dominated her favorite playlist, and every song sounded like him. Gnash's illusm was her favorite, because she felt like it was his souvenir for her, inked with mesmerizing lyrics and music.
"Out of breath,
Out of time,
Is it your turn?
Is it mine?"
She loved his writing and love for reading as she was herself a passionate reader since childhood. One day he wrote a 7 pages letter to her and that was the most beautiful thing someone had done for her out of all the 20 years of her life.
She had held his hands for only 13 minutes of their 366 days of vicissitudes. Those 13 minutes felt like home to her.
Then came few days that killed her and pushed into the abyss of grief. She searched for him.
She found nobody but alone herself.
She found nobody but alone herself.
On the 366th day, she felt like ending it because their love had turned out to be like a lame impression of what they had before. It was like a candle that imitated the star. She couldn't hold it. She said to him,
"Our love is dying."
He said back.
"You killed it."
It broke her heart because he had no idea how many poems and chapters of her literary works were made for him, the pictures she drew for him,about the book she gifted him and that day 2 o'clock in the morning when she woke up in tears and heart-wrenched as she had seen him roadkilled.
Oh! She really loved him like crazy. Her vehement art was her love for him.
Oh! She really loved him like crazy. Her vehement art was her love for him.
The lilly loathed the clouds for obscuring her darling sunshine.
But she never knew that her sunshine was intentionally hiding from her.
And the Lilly made up her mind to bloom one last time to say goodbye.
But she never knew that her sunshine was intentionally hiding from her.
And the Lilly made up her mind to bloom one last time to say goodbye.
"My love,If only we were strangers again..."
