What comes after love

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You loved the rain, and now, I can't surrender my heart to the exquisite wonder of all. How can I dare to fall in love with something that your heart is irresistibly drawn to, knowing that with every heartbeat, it will only remind me of what I can never call mine?

Regret lingers softly, a delicate ache in my heart, unbearable at times- Had I disregarded the lone letter lying forgotten within the weathered mailbox, it might have been just another ordinary day to start.

I wish there were a way to rewind time and return to the day we should've met by chance. Perhaps that could help intertwine our separated fates, and might our stories be unfolding this time, as one.

Was that too much to ask for?

I would have waited for you with an umbrella on that silver-skied day, a yellow one perhaps; Someone once told me that a yellow umbrella signifies the quiet promise of new beginnings.

On that particular day, I wish you would leave your umbrella behind, even though it's a habit for you to carry one wherever you go on these dewy mornings-In the soft rain, could there be a chance for you to feel the bittersweet ache of longing, the same one that echoes in my heart nowadays?

Is it too cruel of me to hope that?
Define cruel for me then.

I stood there last night, soaking in the rain, feeling each drop blend with my tears; while you were just inside, standing by the window, lost in your own world, oblivious to my silent suffering.

Do I no longer hold a place in your heart, like a faded photograph tucked away in an old book- crumbled; lost to time and memory, as if I was never there at all...like a forgotten melody that once played softly in every nook of your soul?

Who's cruel now?

You could have spared just a moment to glance my way, scrunch your brows, and maybe wonder about the silly girl sobbing under the downpour, letting your thoughts dwell on the identity of that unknown girl waiting outside. I know you never did. You won't, ever.

Who's cruel now?

I've penned hundreds of replies to that one letter you left behind, my heart spilling onto the page on every single one-now here I am, scribing yet another one, destined perhaps, never to find their way back to you.

Even though I knew exactly where to send my words, I couldn't bring myself to do it, haunted by the thought that you would no longer recognize the sender, as if our once-vibrant connection had dimmed, slipping softly into the silent embrace of nothingness.

And I still keep wondering at times, do you even remember the words you once sent to me? Do you still linger in the hope of a response?

I can answer that for you. It could never be a yes.

Who's cruel now?

I have countless things to say, and I know exactly where to begin-the day we were meant to cross paths again, the first flicker in the second chance we never dared to let bloom.

Ain't we cruel?

I could have just been there, waiting, holding a yellow-colored umbrella as promised. I don't know why I made such a silly excuse- "Hold on girl, it's breezy out there, the last thing might he need right now is an umbrella"

Ain't we cruel?

You could've dialed the number still nestled beneath a star in your contacts-it was never erased, I let it be despite knowing the consequences it might bring. And there I waited, quietly holding on, but not a single message ever arrived.

Ain't we cruel?

I wish I could wipe away my memories as effortlessly as yours faded. I realize now how cruel I must sound, clinging to the promise you have long since let slip into oblivion.

It's far from your choosing, I know-yet in every fleeting moment, I find myself searching for whispers that might cast you in a shadow of blame, the antagonist of the tale torn apart.

Ain't we...tragically entwined?

𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅...