A story started when she meets him.
It was 25th of December,
The coldness is felt in every corner.
She said "Hi".
And conversations mark its way.
Hours, days, it took months,
Months of endearment,
Months of hope and love,
Months of commitment. Then,
A chapter came when she got bored and messed up , she left him.
She enjoys life,
He hates life.
She smiles,
He cries.
She cries,
He moved on.
She watched him as he found another love.
She saw the smiles he intended for her.
She wanted him back,
But it's too late.
A story started when she meets him again.
It was 25th of December,
The coldness is felt in every corner.
He said "Hi."
But conversations are fading,
Hours, days, it took months.
Months of grief,
Months of regrets,
Months of melancholy. Then,
A chapter came when he realized its not yet done,
He wanted to take actions,
She wanted to chill.
He made up his mind,
She made herself contented.
He wanted her back.
But it's too late.
They thread the same direction, but they are not meant to meet at the same destination.
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