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Him and Her

   
   


    He will come one day. He will be there in front of her eyes but she will be unknown. He, midst the soothing composure,will know of mysticism.He will sing of love but she will be in the dark. He will be the one writing of love this time.He will write of the sweet aroma that swirled around her and also about the brown eyes that yearned for affection.He will recollect the times of pain she's been through and a beautiful symphony will be heard.A song of tragic heartbreak will ensue and people will be moved.

      He will give her roses and for all the times he missed,he will add another one.She, who waited was worth it. She who waited deserved.He will kiss her on her lips and she will follow.She will be shy yet enthralled.Her lips will want more but she will be afraid.Too scared to ask for more yet sorry she didn't. She will be living a dream but she will know in her heart that it wont last forever.She will not dare dream of happy-ever-afters because nothing ever went that way.It will not go on she'd tell herself but there will be none in the world who'd want it more than her.She will try not to believe it but he will be there whenever she opened her eyes.He will paint her whole world red, she will let him.

    He will ask her for a dance but she will deny, reminiscing the pain ensued from the last time she did. He wont take a no for an answer because for her he was sent.She will step on his feet and he will glide her.They will intertwine their hands around each others' and the moment will feel perfect.They will want it to last forever but the song will end.She will be disappointed  and he will be too. He will tell her that he will sing for her if she agreed to dance. She will be uncertain but succumb to his pleas in the end. She will live a fairy tale, he will be the prince she had lost all hope in.

 At last,he will bend on one knee and give  her his precious which beat for her.She will be the happiest person on earth.She will pinch herself several times, each time more scared that he will dissolve in front of her eyes.He will just smile,his forehead in creases.Her eyes flooding,she will nod.He will get up to kiss her.She will kiss him back more passionately than she ever had.It was time she believed he was real.He would stay and mend her broken pieces back together.He would fight against the world if that meant a smile on her face.

They will be happy together and the world will know of love.  

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