Agonistic Melodrama

Reminiscing the things I have done together with you takes me to an another world which seems like it’s full of love story. Both yearning hearts are filled with greed to make each other happy. You were there with me as you smiled for the first time. I was there to witness how your eyes formed crescents as the side of your lips risen. There was no agony in the first three chapters of the story, each paragraph were filled with joy inside a company. There was no antagonist to destroy what we had, and there was surely no problems and burdens felt either.

My soul yearned for you as how your soul yearned for mine. My heart beats your name loudly, louder than the roaring tiger on the lands. These orbs I had looked at you with an affection which no one could ever compare to someone. These hands that I own only wanted to touch your heart forever and there’s nothing else to wish for.

You were beyond the person i have prayed for. You witnessed how vulnerable i am at such state yet stayed with me and never left me alone until you’re sure i was okay. We have been through so much together, living our lives to the fullest as we hold unto each other as if things will never last, as if the so called love we had would always be continually.

But on the next few chapters, unexpected changes happen. There are things that have changed. the us that we made had changed. maybe, we weren’t fully meant to be together; lovers that are played by destiny to part as soon as their time has stopped. Maybe there are things that aren’t meant to be with each other, no matter how they’ve tried — things that aren’t for each other will never be together even though how much tears you’ve already cried.

Maybe, we’re just starting the prologue we have together to start the real story separately. How ironic it is for me to witness all of the things you did for the first time, yet I can never witness its last. How painful it is to know that I was only a part of your first chapters and I can never be with you inside the remaining paragraphs of your life. I was the first one who saw a glimpse of your smile and would still be the last one only if we haven’t already said goodbye.