Maybe This Time
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Last published Thu, Aug 20, 2015
Five Years has passed.
Five Years and yet the memories are still fresh and haunting.
And I fucking hate it.
I have been employed and successful in my new venture now,
But in every achievement, there's this unfathomable emptiness.
It's like living a life with your past keeps flashing those momentous moments,
Having caught him having sex with the person he admits he least like,
His hell of a father who sees himself a god of his own fate,
His life full of untold mysteries and lies,
His undying love for his deceased sister that I held a close resemblance to,
And our vague romance that has no closure and full of questions.
And after five years, he's back?
The moment I saw him enter that room,
I am literally swallowed by my emotions,
That so called fluttering of butterflies inside your stomach
That sting of hatred that I held from that night he run away when I ran after him,
The admiration of his recherche physique
The intimacy I keep on killing but just can't.
And he stood there in front of me.
Eyes full of longing and emotions.
Maybe this time,
Will our love be real?
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