Love in a Box

They talked like they knew each other in ages.

They parted like they never got a glimpse of each others sorrows.

She liked how he expresses his thoughts: bold and wild.

He fancied her little weird gestures: creeping into his bloodstream.

She longed for him.

He lust after her.

But they can never be together.

Like how the sea can never kiss the deep blue sky,

Like how the sun can never pour raindrops and cry,

Like how the world can never stop spinning,

Like how time can never stop fleeting,

They can never be together. Not in their wildest dreams. Not in this lifetime. Never. Ever.

Because what they had was love in a half-opened box.unnamed (3)

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