The Excitement from you was Pure and trustful
Your Passion for us was the tool got me falling.
What can I say..So sincere!
But only for a belated view of us

our passages collected in present
They were quite something called romantic
Which, weren’t wholeheartedly greeted until much later, too late.
In comparison, to date
Im no longer your sweet distraction

Falling sometimes is the best part
for me, it’s probably the happiest of all.
I’m always, in relationships, a late boomer.
Post-falling, never a shared of fairy tale.
I must have done something wrong.

So Dust gathered all over my sweet-bitterNess of you
With little courage, I tested and retested it (you)
My mental and doing efforts became unjust
Such a struggle because You meant the world to me
Only
I wasn’t bravery enough giving it all, almost never by the way

You fell hard in the beginning,
and I enjoyed every bit but wasn’t on a personal level
My response were shallow, thou I engaged
you’d probably tell that I wasn’t giving?
..while you were generous

Even me would understand why it drifted, away..eventually
Until one day I felt you differed
then, Us grabbed my attention
So I tried a method called an aimless Search for clues
but if I were the Judge, I wasn’t enough.
But I tried and wished for sparks to resurface

Then I gave in
you moved forward while I traveled back in time in stillness

everything I shared between You and I was personal. May seem reserved here and there but all was heartfelt in privacy.

Today, I’m guided to letting you go that comes with bittered agony. You’re ever intangible but for a substantial amount of time, you were on my mind. Shhhhh…..

you brought me to the stars. I travelled high as if my nose almost touches the sky

I believe, that we were once aligned. The romantic self held onto that butterflies-in-the-stomach status even after it became somewhat, less relative. Perhaps, it is just the nature of the world I’m in.

I also believe, it is the perceived idea of you that I find fondly. It could’ve been anyone, or could it not

I’d never know because I think it is sensible that this beauty concludes here.

For a little time, I will miss you

while crossing the rainbow