Our love was like a fairytale . . .

. . . minus the fairytale ending.

Serendipity without the blessing of kismet.

Picasso without the paint.

We stumbled upon love, like children stumble upon wine.

Falling helplessly,

Only to crash and break.

And when you left, never to return

I swore I’d never love again.

Yet when I saw your face—

Even a glimpse—out the corner of my eye

it was as if our book had opened to its dog eared page

its blank face waiting hungrily to be written on

devouring the ink scrawled across it.

All it took was a glimpse, for my heart—sleeping and broken—to swell once again.

I guess what they say is true

love never dies

for it lives, within.

– Written by Jae Lei Nyght

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