She: Her wings

Never had I imagined her to be as beautiful ... Until then when she poured ecstasy off her shoulders to the midst of the deserts ... Magical was my angel. His eyes blossomed my nights, fragrant space all over my race, little did I know, she was god's own idea of love. Her hair breathed the remorse while swung in solitude, all alone each one like the divine had a choice. I remember that noon, holding her glass she sat on the pinnacle of her beauty, cross-legged both her arms around covering each wand of remains, wind blowing thorough around her ears, Petal on its own, lashes of her eyes close enough trying to stand high to the sounds of air.

And I came behind, she looked at me, it seemed she was thinking something, her face didn't say much, I couldn't ask, was too memorized, her aura was beyond, nothing I said could have matched up, but she said with no words as her smile had all my wit to knees and that's just what she did. She smiled, my paramount was the time in its epitome. There were no stars in the sky night, moon though was above us. And I was blessed having us the both of us beneath that same sky that night. Not together, we never were. She was there, and I right beside, she was an angel and I was in my scares. Couldn't have afforded this, never could have not ... The smell that night wasn't hers ... That was mine ... And all mine too keep. She patted on the chair next to her, calling me to accompany, but I did not know, what to do, walk up to her or to remain here in my thoughts.

Unique are these thoughts, so much more than it is, but the reality is bitter than fiction, mine wasn't. I walked up the chair, to hers, touched both its arms and sighed, but before could mumble my awe of the moment, she held her hand high, didn't look back, her fingers reached close to my right palm, and them touched !!! Beautiful, I just had a new definition. But all had to extend, and those fingers occupied my hand on the arm of that wooden chair. I stood tall, not looking at her but to the world, nothing known, all forgiven. Peace. I held the space for a while, the decade to be precise, I am still there, live and current, still. Who knew, 10 years would have been this short. But memories are for a lifetime, for her hand now had raced up my arm, close to my shoulder and she pulled those bands of connecting to her soul. Was that a moment, a lot I knew what was to follow, and I bent, with both my arms around her body, there to me, wriggled by her knots of affection. Another decade she gave before she turned and we eloped, we kissed. Her eyes, I still remember saw mine that day, but those lips never met as before I had them to my cheeks, those tears.

She asked what happened baby, and couldn't breathe. She knew it wasn't her but me, both of us had fallen for my love. I smiled on the surface, sighted not to her face, can't look at those smiles when I am scared, I am happy scared. She pulled up my chin came close to mine, them ears heard the whisper, she said I love you too. No, not that I said, I can't love you more, and every time I look them close, the aura it kills me to know, I can't anymore, not beyond. And yet I do, every time I look them close, my heart takes a step watches the stroke of midnight like a whore, bulging stairs, to reach, her chest, my place, closest to her heart. She hugged. And I cried, my heart had an orgasm, and I cried, I am sorry, she said no, stay here. Close to me. Her warmth had filled me, my innermost dearth. And I stayed there, forever now. A hundred years ago it happened and it still goes, continues like theres no time, it never passed.

She has left, for someone else, someone not as good as me, I don't know, she didn't speak to me after that, that day, I said, baby I am done, and am still not, I lied. But she's gone. I tried talking to her again, no one replied. My voice lately can't reach her now. She's gone, I don't believe it though, still do check her WhatsApp DP, unfriend from rest all. Do you, who reads it now, yes you, do you feel she loves me too, if still? Of course, you don't know her and I won't reveal, but if your heart says she does, god'll definitely send her again folded arms, telling me, she can't be mine, it's long gone, and I'll ask again why she's still there, telling me that, and she'll drop, tell me where all I did it wrong and I'll apologise, she won't allow, and shall walk away, later that night while I'd still be waiting for her text, there'll be a beep, not here, of course, but next morning, when she'll end it all, give me a closure, probably tell me about her new guy, who loves her too, and then tell me again I did wrong, shouldn't have left her so strong, that she knows she never grow over me, and she loves me still and wants me to charm my magic wand and take her away, but I'll die maybe that night ... And she'll cry never to mourn but to know ... I loved her forever ... Much much beyond !!!