I did not mind the youngness of our hearts when I knelt before you and offered the silver band. I was too ecstatic to care and you were too—I found out when you did not wait for my last breath before you said, ‘yes!’
At humid days, we would sail through our own universities and listen to our heads chatter to us than ingesting what the professional figure wanted to impart. It would always be during the nights that I would find my lungs dancing with the rhythm of my pulse. In our makeshift room, we would switch on the string lights and talk about the useless day we encountered.
It was the routine that killed us.
So, when we parted because you realized I was only the reflection of what you wanted, I swam in despair. I questioned the fears I feared to have—why they all finally felt like a piece of my body. Perhaps, I was never a part of your plans.
Three years were quite a long time for us.
You looked different—thinner and stressed—but still the most beautiful above all. You introduced him to me and I shook his hand while projecting a smile before I noticed a gleam around his finger. You had it too.
Your eyes seemed sad, but I knew you were happy for me; do not worry.
Tomorrow, I would be too.
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