Between my breaths grew the glow of the moon as my eyes became familiar with your presence. I thought we were both riding towards the universe when I found out you left me behind. You still could not picture our tied hands in your head. It was still him whose holding your veins.
I broke from my own demands and your name died upon my lips. One day, you stood before me and confessed your blooming reaction to me; it was three months late. How would I tell you the feeling had withered in me?
You had become a stranger to me—a silhouette reminding me of my disgrace. You had proved that the time was not an excuse to fall for the person I thought I wanted to be with.
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