'That moon amidst the stars is so pretty.Even with the scars.The stars are perhaps jealous of her glow and shy away all twinkly. She is the queen of the night.That moon is so pretty.But my sweetheart is prettier", he thought. He was sitting on a really old and questionable chair at the terrace.The terrace was what he really liked when he agreed to rent a room in that building.It seemed over-priced at the first place but given the independent floor, a gigantic terrace, embracing winds and the soothing peace of mind, he was happy.
He sat all alone at the terrace missing his better half. The romantic moonlight taking the nostalgia of their times together to unprecedented levels of anxiety. All the good times they had together although ephemeral, had casted eternal memories which they always cherish.But it was one of those days when he was too vulnerable.He closed his eyes trying to recapture those moments.Rather to re-live those moments.He did succeed but the plan back fired.He realized that it has been so long.It felt like centuries have passed by.
He could not hold the tears any longer.His eyes red.His soul desperate for his mate.And then he heard her voice.He jumped out of his chair looking in all directions knowing that it wasn't true.He heard her again. It was coming from the skies.It was the moon.'Think of the coming times when you will have me.Think of the days when all i would do is to love you.Think of our beautiful home and think of our dreams.I want you to be strong in these desperate times.For me',said the new moon.
He was still crying.But the tears where of happiness and of the coming times.
1 comment:
yeah..bro sometyms we do cry out of our happiness n it is so strong n lovely feeling that we cannot express it in words so we cry to express that we are so so soooo happy thinking of our good n beautiful days.. :)thats what happened with "him" i guess.. :) luv u bro n keep smiling..:)
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