Our story? There wasn't any story to tell darling. There was no the fairy tales' happy endings in our story.

It was chaste love. Exchanging looks with a few memories matters to us, but maybe they don't matter to be mentioned in the fairy tales. Like how we looked at each other, how we could reveal each other's secrets by only eyes contact. How our shoulders accidentally crashed up together between the heaped up crowds. How we tried to ignore awkwardly each other walking on the exact tiny corridor. The day we found sadness shimmering in tears images into our eyes that no one around us have noticed. Just you and I. We had the best story ever, despite we failed making a happy ending, it was the best years ever. However, you'd never taken me around your arms.

How it all started?
Your smile, your creamy brown eyes.
We were stubborn enough, but I stroved enough while you kept on watching me striving to write a happy ending without helping.

How it ended?
Such of respect and love remained in my heart, such hard for me to leave but I looked for the last time to your eyes to save them goodly to my brain. I wanted them to remain until the last day. You tried to look away, decided I'm the painful, useless part in your own story, but this wasn't you in mine. Your precious part in my heart still exists even after it has shrunk, it would never dash away. We walked on the opposite way, just like our brains desired. We brought the scissor and we finally cut up our linked old threads that they were associated to our hearts for years. There are still threads remains stuck to me. There are still aches. I'm sorry We couldn't make a great applause with one hand.

Great that you left my life but you never left out my night dreams.

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