We had a great time last night. I think I love her. I think I’ll marry her. I think we’ll look good together. But these are only things that I think. What she thinks, is a mystery to me.
She is beautiful. Not downright attractive nor the kind of sexy you’d want to dance with in a strange bar, but a divine kind of beautiful. I can never take my eyes off her. I think I’m in love with her.
But she’s the girl who hates to stay. She’s the girl who loves passionately and leaves devastatingly. She is the girl who breaks your broken pieces a bit too badly. And memories? The memories she’ll gift you are the ones that’d haunt you, the ones you’d never forget. I think I love the idea of being in love with her.
It’s been 6 years since we first met. It’s been quite a long time, eh? I still remember her. Wanna know a secret? I still think of the stars in her eyes on a moonless night.
All she left for me was those moments. Those little, unforgettable moments that filled my otherwise tedious life with a her-like essence. Those seemingly unimportant moments that separated the dust from Stardust.
She visits me sometimes in my sleep. We have long conversations. Last night too, we’d met. We had a great time. I’m still in love with her. And when she told me that all those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain, I smiled in disbelief because I knew that’s something not possible.
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