An Incomplete Love Story

She came like a breeze.

In the scorching heat of the sun.

He enjoyed the time spent.

Started building castles in his dreams with her as the princess.

She was ignorant however.

Never came to know.

Of the feelings of her secret admirer.

One fine day he mustered up the courage.

With all earnest left for opening up his heart to her.

He was ignorant however.

All along she was in excruciating pain.

Maybe this was why she was growing so cold emotionally.

She equally looked forward to the moments spent.

Moments innumerable, that made her feel special,

To be vulnerable and fall into his arms.

But she knew. She couldn't because he didn't.

He said she was the most beautiful woman he had ever met.

That he loved her.

He asked her if she did.

She knew the need to belong to him,

But she knew she couldn't pass on the pain.

So she suffered alone and so did he

But in their own different ways.

Time played its part,

Healed the wounds but left behind scars.

Scars that gave millions of memories to them both,

To just replay in the head the moments spent.