We knew each other like our souls were intertwined. Like we were born from the old age of romantics. Like past lovers continuing their love story at this age.
  All of our deep talks connected with our beliefs. Every lines we took, sparks cast beneath our silhouettes when we embrace twilight. And when our eyes met, it feels like the stars has got to it's places- the sense of belongness.
    The universe made a deal and wanted us to be together. Because, we were above meant to each other.
   But when everything was beautiful, you backfired. Telling me you can't go on. Telling me that we were meant to each other but not being together. You don't visualized the things happening around. You don't have our world. Because for you, it was all just talk of the things. Our love, it was unrequitted after all.