Monday, August 26, 2013

The last train.

"We made it love! We're here." 
The quietness surrounds them like a summer mist. Only.. it's the end of the summer, it's August. The green grass is not yet gone, you can still smell it in the morning. A fresh scent that wakes you up, just as an entire waterfall of nature's fragrance would hit you.
They sit there.. watching the ducks bathing in the sun's light and the lake's blue water. Sometimes just doing nothing and enjoying the view, is the most perfect thing you can do. It's the time when you get a glimpse to the simplicity of life. at the same time unable to neglect the importance of death.

"You know, I'm gonna have to let go of your hand soon. I hope you are ready."
And as she said that, she gently stroke his fingers while kissing his left cheek. 

"I know love, I try to pretend I don't, but I know." 
Truth is, he didn't just pretend, he convinced himself it's a lie. Many try to achieve such a thing, the point where they meet total denial. Not so many succeed. But him, oh he's so damn good at it!

"We could stay here forever, we could change together.. yet, we should not. Maybe we just met too soon"

"Maybe we met exactly when we needed it. I know I did, I needed this so bad. I needed you like I need air to breathe right now." 

Now you need to get on that train,love. So goodbye.



Love,Just.