Foreword

The way it started

Was nothing

Short of

A boring

Prologue

Of a ******

Novel…

But it was

The in-betweens

That makes

The story

Count,

The stolen glances,

Shy smiles

And voiceless

Affections…

The things that

Often go

Unwritten

But perhaps the

Most vivid

Memories

We keep…

The silent whispers

Of hope and unrequited

Love…

The hidden lines

Between what

Has been written

Down.

It is the in-betweens

That made

Me want to

Tell our

Story,

Not the lackluster

Beginnings-

Definitely not

The ending-

It has its own charms,

But I’d rather

Not relive

The feelings

I’ve killed and

Buried deeper

Than six feet.

But as it is,

We won’t have the

In-betweens

Without a

Beginning…

So let me,

Let me tell

How it started-

From how I remember

Them, how I saw

Things from my own eyes.

And I’ll let you

Tell yours

Afterwards..

Should you ever

Want to

Reminisce what

Has been-

I’ll just leave this here

For you.

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