I managed to find the cool shade of a summer breeze, a shade as cool as any human could be. Yet, you managed to creep in through the crevices of time; leaking and oozing all over me.
You managed to remind me that you were there, lurking behind the shadows, waiting. Waiting for me to change my mind.
But a shadow is a shadow, a shade is a shade be it full of futile errors and backstabbing. And the sun is harsh, controlling life with its essential harshness.
Just like you, taught me that love through suffering caused by the person you love is life.
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Biswa Writes 