Apr 2015
She was a writer. He was a musician. She wrote the words of a broken heart. He sang the symphony of his melancholy. She let her ink spill every time she was about to cry. He kept the rhythm upbeat just to hide what he was feeling inside. She used her pen and paper just to prevent her from getting that blade from the cabinet, knowing what she would do to herself. He used his guitar and piano to shut away the noise of the world that was driving him insane, with every hymn drowning him in more sorrow. Words are her company, just to get over a boy who never deserves her love and her heart. Music is his best friend when at times he wants to mourn over the loss of the only girl he has ever loved.
Fate has played a magical trick when one day, his world of beautiful sounds and her planet of dazzling metaphors collided. The moment she gazed upon his hazel irises and when he noticed her shining smile, they both knew that this would be the start of something beautiful, as if a miracle had occurred and as if they had come out from the dark to be together in the light. They have fallen in love so swiftly, they both never knew it until they were on the ground catching each other’s arms, never letting go of each other’s hands.
For the first time, she wrote poems about love that she wish would never die, while he sung about the feeling that made his world go around. She wrote beautiful prose about the way she feels about the guy with the guitar. He would compose beautiful music about the girl who wiped away his teardrops. She got addicted to his voice as if it was a song that she played over and over again and she could never get enough. He got intoxicated with her words and he read them over and over again as if it is the book that he loved the most. She believed that he was the gift of the star for her. He knew that she is the star itself as she gives light to his dark world; he could never ask for more.
But then the words were slowly not as stunning, and his song slowly got out of tune. Their smiles turned to frowns, their laughter turned to tears, their once shining world lost its glow and now it is nothing but a dead star. They never knew what went wrong except that she has lost the rhymes of her poems and he has lost the rhythm of his beats. They have lost the love they both swore not to let go of. And so she went back to writing words about the boy who deserved her love and he went back to singing about a girl he loved the most but couldn't take.
Fate has played a magical trick when one day, his world of beautiful sounds and her planet of dazzling metaphors collided. The moment she gazed upon his hazel irises and when he noticed her shining smile, they both knew that this would be the start of something beautiful, as if a miracle had occurred and as if they had come out from the dark to be together in the light. They have fallen in love so swiftly, they both never knew it until they were on the ground catching each other’s arms, never letting go of each other’s hands.
For the first time, she wrote poems about love that she wish would never die, while he sung about the feeling that made his world go around. She wrote beautiful prose about the way she feels about the guy with the guitar. He would compose beautiful music about the girl who wiped away his teardrops. She got addicted to his voice as if it was a song that she played over and over again and she could never get enough. He got intoxicated with her words and he read them over and over again as if it is the book that he loved the most. She believed that he was the gift of the star for her. He knew that she is the star itself as she gives light to his dark world; he could never ask for more.
But then the words were slowly not as stunning, and his song slowly got out of tune. Their smiles turned to frowns, their laughter turned to tears, their once shining world lost its glow and now it is nothing but a dead star. They never knew what went wrong except that she has lost the rhymes of her poems and he has lost the rhythm of his beats. They have lost the love they both swore not to let go of. And so she went back to writing words about the boy who deserved her love and he went back to singing about a girl he loved the most but couldn't take.
