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.
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