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Posted by on 2019/04/21 under Love

Why has it become so hard for us to work? Why have the puzzle pieces that used to fit so perfectly become jagged and changed so that they no longer match. Why is it that the feeling of butterflies in my stomach have become a thing of nostalgia? A bittersweet pain that takes me back to those spring days when we walked hand in hand down the winding path behind our neighborhood. Our love was as new as the flowers popping up between the cracks of the sidewalk. So resilient were they, and my belief was that our love was as resilient and strong and stubborn and crazy as those flowers. Those spring days are etched in my mind in colours so clear and vibrant that they do not exist in the spectrum of human eyes. And how can I forget the winter nights of when our love first began? How can I forget the winter nights when the snowflakes fell in thick flakes onto the fluffy ground? When you asked me to meet you outside of my house in that cold winter night, I obliged. Holding onto you, your arms around my waist, the only warmth that night was our own heat as our hearts met. The world was beautiful that night. Just as beautiful as the spring days that would come later on. The stars shined so brightly that night as I taught you to spot the few constellations that I knew. That was the night that our love began, and it was a night where all my worries had left me. I was a carefree spirit under the night sky, held up in your arms. Those feelings that were so intense they lit up the sky in a warm silver fuzz when there was no moon in sight. Where did it all go? I never even realized when that light became a dull and dim candle melting away in the corner of my heart. You say I don’t love you anymore, you say that I don’t care for you anymore. I say I don’t think I love anything anymore. The world has made me hard. The world has made me emotionless. I don’t wish for you, or anything else anymore. I wish I could love you under that starry night with the falling snow concealing us or in those green fields covered in the spring dew, but I can’t. So I will tuck you away as a beautiful memory enveloped in the happiest moments of my life.

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