BLANK SPACE.

Look at you, my darling soul , all crumpled up and doomed under the canopy of fairy lights and white sheets in your bedroom. When all the camera flashes were busy yesterday , capturing you in your perfect Armani gown and Swarovski crystals , little did they know that there was a broken face which was beyond repair and  you had managed successfully  to hide it beneath  your mask. Your thoughts are destructive.  You cannot think anything else , but Him. On how his smile used to reach his eyes , his  ruffled hair and dimpled cheeks. His arms were your home that held you when you were at your worst. But you , YOU knew that this was not going to last. Eventually , like the Blink 182  song that always plays in his truck , this too will stop in  midway and you will never get to know the lyrics. Then , why the regrets now?

Yes , you may still love him and you still snuggle up in his coat and let his presence envelop you. He has seen it all..... from the messed up buns to your smudged kajal and mascara , your messy room and heart... everything. Of all the people , you had let him in and he affected you the way like no one else did. What you had between was more platonic than carnal. That's why you miss him now , with your every passing breath.

He is like this red wine stain you have in your white off shoulder gown that you wore on your first date. You look in the mirror and you see a ghost of the smile you once had when you were with him. One moment you wish that you had never met him , but the other second you smile at the memory on how he clutched your hands tightly when you took him to your favourite spot on the City Tower to watch the whole town washed in lights and he was scared of heights. Even the Bohemian dream catcher in your bedroom is not helping with your nightmares. It's the same one always , isn't it? You are searching for him in a sea of strangers and getting panicked and hysterical for no reason . But know this , my dear , YOU made the choice of glittering gowns and cold diamonds over his warm and unconditional love.

When you met him , no one else mattered , but just him. Today , just stop. Look at today. Realise nothing matters. NOTHING.

Today , there is no one for you to go back and fill in with every small and insignificant detail of your boring life. NO ONE.

But the most important thing is that you are breathing and you are okay. It takes a hell lot of courage to withstand the pain , but you're doing just fine.You're not at his doorstep , begging him to start over and it is then that you realise that you have truly let him go. He will be always there in the back of your mind  and you will dust off your memories that you have of him every now and then.

You eventually make out through everything. The pain , the cut , the suffocation. You get to the point where you're okay with it. And that is okay. Till yesterday , you just saw Phoenixes as an imaginary bird rising again from its own ashes. But today , when you look yourself  in the mirror , you realise that they're not mythical at all.

PS. I began this with a totally different plot , but this one ended up somewhere least expected....:)

LoVe MoRe & sMiLe OfTeN!!!!!!!!!!

This is Midnight girl signing out..................:D :D