When she left, I gave her my favourite belongings to keep.
It was intended to be a manifestation
of our how much our ocean-deep affinity meant to me. But-
she took more than our memories with her.

I’ve always wanted to write about a kind of love so etheral, even the rarest blossom that reared on planet Earth wouldn’t measure up to.
I used to think that it isn’t an option for me-
Until I found inspiration when I met her;
and I knew-
However, to adapt, I chose to keep all these words tucked away neatly-
where they remain hidden but never forgotten.

Starbucks coffee and pungent of fumes for lunch;
Travelling on sore feet all across our realm from noon till we reach sunset;
Shopping for matching accessories and fashion;
Talking, complaining and mindless jesting;
On the subway, you sang to your favourite songs, in response I shook with mirth, accompanied your music with the purest notes of laughter.
During sleepovers in which we watched My Little Pony,
You were Pinkie Pie and I was Fluttershy; I was convinced we’re kids again.

We accepted each other’s faults and saw them as beauty;
our ugly scars, our odd idiosyncrasies, our moody temperaments.
I was beautiful despite all my flaws because you told me so.

The moment we went our separate paths, mine became astray.
I used to accept without a single doubt, the conventional saying-
“Everyone comes and goes.”-
Until I learned our friendship.
Now I’m convinced,
time takes away everything I hold dear.