The most beautiful seventh day in August had never been an ordinary day ever since she met you. They said when God created everything on Earth, he used seven days to do so. He had the loveliest items in the entire universe placed right in front of you. Thus in the journey of life, no matter the ups and downs you have had encountered, learning to cherish makes all of your experiences sweet and unforgettable. On this day this date, there was more to it.
Dreams had never once felt so real, to the extend she rather never wake up. Maybe so, reality would not hit her that hard. No one buys Love At First Sight this time of the year. It was time and your actions that pulled the both of you closer. In front of you, she wasn't her own self. She managed to gulp how tough things had been for her and how much so she almost given up hope. Thoughts remained anonymous to you, all because they refused to form into strings of words to be spoken out of her mind. She- a face full of fragile emotions, was poised at the lip of disheartening. There was once you asked, and that was the end to it. You weren't him whom she longed for, but she couldn't bring herself to give the short-lived memories a halt.
What she knew and what she thought she knew about you were all mixed up, everything strange and familiar at once. Among the maddening crowd, stood you who seemed to be soaring up from the earth into the flooding night sky of stars like a magnificent statue, like do you always shine. It's hard not to wonder how you did that- to have all eyes mesmerized on you. And if anyone would have known, that was despite numerous imperfect conduct.
In a mask of tears, it's hard to continue further. Now, comes the day she chance upon you along the streets, with the hand you are holding belonging to someone else. She knew this day will come. Perhaps in 6 years' time and all left was 6 feet underground.The seventh day of every month became a regret. No, she realised how joyous the moment was when you ran away. Broken heart can't be that bad. Shut up then get out of her sight.
There was no one she can confined to. She got over it, in pretense. A strong front of the million faces...
It's this feeling I get when blur skies turn to grey....
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