He first came to her in the rain. Now the rain reminds her of him. Now she waits for him, everytime it rains.
He was never enough for her. He wondered how he could shine, even if a little, for her. It turned out he was someone else's sun.
He asked me, “So, what are you like?” I smiled. And took a long breath. “I am the girl you might like at first sight. But slowly, I will drive you crazy. Then you will drift away. As you stay away from me, you will miss me and come back to me. That is when [...]
Hell broke loose and fire rained down. But this was the road that would lead to her dream. So she thought, "Bring it on!"
They had finally, completely written her off. But she rose from the ashes. She said, "This is what I do best. I am a Phoenix."
Pop culture taught her of extraordinary love. But life gave her something ordinary. Instead of a knight, she found love behind thick rimmed glasses.
The girl thought hurt was a sword. It would pierce through her enemies. The woman realized it was a two-way sword.
She searched for her answers everywhere. But she couldn't find them. Till she learnt to see clearly in the mirror.
We won everything we ever wanted. We won somethings we didn't even dream of. But we lost each other.
"I am no dancer," she gushed. "You will be fine," he hushed. Thus on his feet, she danced away, year after year.