You used to tell me that I am special to you and that our love is immortal. I used to caress your florid face and always assured you that I will stay by your side. It is rightly said that time changes people. I counted upon you forever and you did the same, but the time was flying behind the curtains. I adored you from every inch of my marrow. In one twilight, when the shadows escalated, I left no stone unturned to find you. You were gone. Gone away. Kissing me the good-bye I didn’t deserve. I was amiss and had a few bugs, but I never was garbage. I beat the bushes just to put a grin on your face. You eschewed me intertwined amongst the middle of the painting, leaving my portrait incomplete, the portrait which never had an existence without you.

You loved my flaws and I brushed off your’s. We were the valentines every existing spirit had envied. You soothed me that you will always discount my weak spots and will unceasingly limelight my wholesomeness. Poof! Gone, You moved on. I would never be able to let you slip from my memory. You were wrong about perceiving me. I got you after an abandoned past. You were the first sprout and your faithfulness and homage were the vegetation to my infertile land. Your dedication was the sprinkle of water, that kept me going, to this point. You believed in me when no one did. You loved me when everybody left. You raised me until here and then you left. How could I stop loving you now? You should have told me a formula to forget you before leaving me.

You got me shattered in pieces by scraping away the wall of our zeal and burning down the residues of our amity. With the bruised heart, I am still trying to collect all the scraps which still hunts for your lust and the enchanting spell you had once cast upon me.

Breaking me down, thinking that I will hate you? When did you become that much mean, knowing that it will only increase the amount of my affection for you. Back then, it was one soul who loved you. But now the fragments, which you tore me into, all of them worship you day and night. I will try to search for you every night amidst my dreams and every day when the sunshine’s shimmer will embrace me, I would know that you are here, right with me.

And here I lie in the coffin of our memories. Restless; like a nocturnal bat is disturbed from the slumberland. Remembering your innocent attempts to hurt me and burn me inside and wondering how my heart still races upon your notion, I smiled and laughed a ghost of a laugh, until the last tear rolled down my cheek together with the death rattle, my lips murmured; “This love is now eternal”.

Yes, I quenched ruination but without the bloodshed of our fidelity…