Fate must’ve hated the very idea of us.
To be able to meet the most perfect thing, that does not spare you a single glance, and couldn’t care less about who you are, is what fate had in mind when we heard of each other for the first time.
Fate does not stop to listen to the beating of our hearts, nor does it attend to the yearning in our souls. To us, it is a cruel thing that gives momentary happiness, yet suddenly decides to take it away when we least expect it.
But I don’t hate it.
It built a path between you and I.
Less traveled, but never forgotten.
She, who was used to warm smiles on sunny days, never knew of winter snow.
It was a chilly night, so cold it made her curl into a ball in the corner of her room, haunted by a strange feeling of emptiness. Ever since he left, she had forgotten the warmth of his hand, and everything she touched had felt the same.
Cold. Empty. Lifeless.
He was still there. She refused to believe that whatever they had shared in the past was gone. Maybe when the sun comes up he would show up at her door again, ready to pull her into a hug and give her that heartwarming smile she hadn’t seen for a long time. And suddenly, he might want to forget about that particular day, when it was raining and the closest she got to snow was the coldness reflected on his beautiful eyes.
It was hope which drove her to sleep, wishing that tomorrow would be a sunny day.
He is the personification of beauty.
The world lights up in his mere presence, shining over a dim heart agonized in wistfulness, and in that moment he stood it is impossible to look away.
People who thought he was an angel wondered if this outlandish being would one day sprout his majestic wings, and fly somewhere farther than the heavens.
But only I knew about everything that he is.