I watch her meticulously strain the tea, patiently waiting for time to pass for it to "steep and infuse” which  I quote from her as those words escape her lips. And finally when its ready she announces it with such happiness, I cannot help but feel metaphorical little rays of sunshine kiss my skin.

And the irony is that the sky is painted black with the stars as a sprinkle of sparks. Its precisely one of the reasons I fell for her.  

I have said it before.

But I’ll say again, I can write it till the very ink bleeds across the yellowing pages.

Like time and the concept of love, change is infinite and boundless.
And that is when I notice the half-drawn infinite symbol on her window.
There is a gap in it.
That little gap smarts me, I carefully join up the two lines and there, it is now complete.
Whatever that dances on infinity will never lose its way.

I adore the inexplicable manner rain makes everything look synonymous with pulchritude.
Grass would suddenly be tinged in the nicest green.
How the wooden fences is stained dark; every chip and grain.
The thin branches of trees laced with droplets of rain; surrendering to gravity.
Suddenly inanimate objects become alive.
So, when you walk in the rain, let it seep, bleed and meld into your skin, let it kiss your very soul.
Its a wonderful contrast between the vibrant hues, lucid drops of water and dark.
You are like the rain.
You bring out my brightest and chain me in darkness somewhere-else.
Its a paradox.  
We are simply eclectic, contradictory beings.
Whilst someone’s wisp of life escapes them, someone else is inhaling its first.
So, if I love you, will you love me back?

Her words were thrown in the air.

I stood there.

I walked home.

I unlocked the door.

I stripped off my damp coat, unstrung my scarf.

I collapse and sit on the cold, cold wood floors.

As I do so, that’s when my metaphorical heart splinters into the tiniest of pieces.

Anatomically real hearts don’t break, they cannot realistically do so.

Which is precisely why this is so god-**** hard for it to heal back.

As you are fighting against a beautifully lucid and meticulously choreographed illusion.