some things are meant to be temporary. they come and go with the wind... they lift you up while they last, and you are fine when they leave as well. it's not like they aren't special, but they are limited. once they are gone, all you have are the memories. 

For the first time I opened my heart. Verdance, tranquility, honesty.  A key of many sorts.

When he left, so did my heart. And now all I have is a parched land, a broken lock and an morbid bud. 

Some called it love at first sight, but I couldn't have known. It was just the two of us in a sea of lovers: fate. We were meant to be. Our gaze met in a chaotic silence. We had to take the risk, and so I asked him, "A cup of coffee?"

Turned out to be more like a taste of a lifetime.   

a timeless tale of two lovers. one where everything was set in stone. another fairytale, another epic, another romance that survived it all. all except no one knew...  

we float in the sky 

like lost clouds.

we don't know our way home, 

but we do know 

the way to each other.

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when we collide:

it rains.

we give life.

When life gives me lemons, I add flavour to my life. 

I was waiting for him. He was 40 minutes late. I guess it wasn't meant to be, so I asked the flowers. I am glad I stayed because little did I know 4 years later the flowers asked me:

"Will you marry me?"