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Wakingup from the delightful sleep as the sun rays hit my skin, i freshened up.
My mornings used to be dull and some extreme kind of animalistic,
Messy hair, dark circles, sore throat.
Nightmares kept haunting me more than any haunted places.
That horrified agony and screaming when my father burnt mom alive still kept echoing.
The only person i loved with everything i had.
And now i had nothing, absolutely void and empty from inside.
Lacuna.
The incident paralyzed me for months.
Fighting, yelling; nevertheless, it couldn't cause my death.
But succeeded to break me to some extent i lost the hope to overcome again.
Love.
Just a sheet blinded and consumed by its stupid fake promises.
The clouds became cleared, showing by the form of rain in unshed tears.
And you realized just how much of a foolish you were.
How foolish they made of you.
But too late. The damage had been planted in a beyond repairing way.
I vowed to myself.
But magic comes in pieces.
Like the blooming of a cherry tree, sun in matutine, or lake in a desert.
Like a selcouth, you came.
I didn't fear Forelsket.
Maybe that was it.
Let it be the habromania.
I reached again to that destination, the destiny had designed for me.
You threw yourself, burying your nose close to my neck, "I missed you, love."
That collywobbles welcomed me once again.
Your company made me smile again and again and again.
Like a stupid teenager staring at his school crush.
You bent forward and motioned me to accept your palms as we both floated back and forth on the swing, leaning against each other like a 19s couple usually did.
A deep, calm solitude of presence.
The oddly satisfying honey-wood scent of yours evaporated my senses.
