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.
Regrets she had many, which made her heart ache. But that wasn't enough, so she started making amends. She started with going back "home."
He thought he had broken her. He was right. Yet, yes yet, she pieced herself together again.
She had often wondered how they would get past the day. Yet there they were, fifty years later, Still together, still in love.
With goodbyes said, tears wiped and lives moved on, What surprised them more than coming face to face again Was how their hearts skipped a beat, again.