"Blow the candles, make a choice", I heard them cheer
I closed my eyes shut :confused , claustrophobic!
I smelt more of fear and less of hope,
"Yay baby, you gonna get it answered", they further added.
"But mm I…", the wind blew my words
I smiled, I often smile when words deceive me.
As I pushed the sheets towards my naked past
It sent shivers down my spine and pit belly
There it was coiled ready to raise it's hood
A thousand unsung tales of misery
Locked within a book called childhood.
They say it right, we can't fight past our past
I say, we are never out of it
It stays deep down raising it's hood
One sweeping chance and it hits you hard
How do I tell you , I could never make the wish
I never had the choice!
"My love is enough for both of us", she often felt those words ring in her heart. She finally had understood that life wouldn't always follow her designs. That people are meant to leave but their memories won't. She often had wondered how someone could love her to such an extent when that person had always known that she wouldn't reciprocate those feelings. How could a person stand by her when she always acted as a fleeting shadow. She never had given hope for she knew the pain of dejection but he kept hoping like a hopeless vagabond. How she wished that he would some day hate her enough to let go. She devised ways to free him from this web, she acted cold, turned indifferent, did everything he detested and she finally saw some changes. It was a relief, he finally seemed to take hold of his life. She could see him grow responsible. He finally it seemed was learning to love himself. Phone calls died, meetings subsided, they become known strangers. All this while ...
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