He was the frost that burnt her, a gravity that made her fly.
He was her death, but nothing could make her feel more alive.
Whenever someone asked her about what she saw in him, she would turn her face around and blush, fearing that if she told them, they would fall in love with him too.
She not only fell in love with him, she fell and shattered. She gave every fibre of her being and soul to him, open raw.
But now, he's gone, long gone. She still waits if she could see his reflection in her mirror again.
she waited if she could wake up with the feel of his warm breath on her face again.
She waited if she could hear the honk of his car as desperate as her heartbeats.
He was the sadness that made her smile, a pleasure that tortured.
And she was the scream that was never heard.
Her scars now we're just blemishes,
Her blood which ran stale,
now was juvenile,
But it still had the taste of her tears.
He came like a darkness of light, and went casting a shadow of void in her life.
She wanted to meet him again,when they were slightly older and their minds less hectic. She wanted to be right for him, and he right for her.
But right now, she was just a chaos to his thoughts and he was poison to her heart.
He was still the reason she placed a semi colon instead of a full stop.
I don't really know what love is, maybe I never will.
All I know is that there are some smiles you never get tired of seeing, some hands you never want to let go, and some absences that hurt too much to ignore.
Believe everything he feels,
His love is like the wind,
breathe him in,
let it take you away ,
and give you life.
Some infinities are much longer than forever.
So was her love.
Their love could never be defined, because to define, is to limit.
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