The words that I stumble upon, looking through our old conversations. The words of never ending love, forever love, one true love, the love that rekindles the thought of falling in love again.
Mesmerising tales of the imaginary times where we would pull each other's leg, tease each other, kiss and feel each other's soul still lingers into a deep dark subdued corner in the meshes of my heart .
Shielded by the armour of ego, this corner never sees the light of day. As this armour is busy fighting yours. Occasionally it peaks through, in hope to find a similar one within you. But yours is stronger, more skilled at what it does, protects your fragile child like mind.
So here we are ,standing at a distance which is infinitely large in our universes yet infinitely small within the reach of a message. At this pas d'Armes , holding onto our weapons. Not long before, one gets tired of waiting for a duel that is due, which shall never happen. Forgetting that this battle was suppose to be we against the problems yet it pitched us against each other.
Packs up their armoury, and looks for ways to forget the past adventures, with the fake affections received , and long lost promises. With remorse in their heart, yet best wishes for their estranged beloved.
