I was madly in love once, twice, several times. I saw you in all your groominess and the first shock was soon overtaken by a severe form of disgust. I can vividly recall your fear of being seen picking me up from a frozen bus station and your quietude for most of the cab ride. Now I put together the last puzzzle pieces and just as vividly I recall your coldness before I left, your surprised voice when I called to wish you happy birthday a couple of years later. The only part that I don`t understand right now is why I cared then, now or anytime. And soon, very soon afterwards I fell once last time in love. Fate? Faith?
Today is an incredibly blessed day. For I know what I am made of and become proud of that. Jealous? hardly the case! Happy? I wish I could be. Curious? of your look when we get to see each other again - a good chance we likely stand still.
The pounding of my heart is no longer to be heard when your name comes up in a random conversation. When lights are fading the glitter comes off and all is left to you is a lingering thought.
I never got to see the pictures after a certain birthday of yours. Pictures are poor reminder of us which were so blind, so lost, so young, so hopelesly indealists, hunters of hopes.
The cicle seems to come to an end. The tomorrow I hoped for is looking shy from the heights of the darkness of the sky. I`ll never let anyone to stop me from flying up high - a height as high as my soul has desired.
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