There was nothing.

I watch the droplets of rain form ripples on the once calm lake as the cold wind blows vindictively the curse of unforgotten bitter days. The winter we’ve never had freezes our non-existent soul and the frosts that we’ve never seen have drowned days that are yet to come. The gloom of empty skies and muted trees seep into my longing flesh, how can we forgive the hurt that stormed into our lives even before our love had blossomed or  else just divine the sting of these utterly dissatisfied hearts? I recoup from my lakeshore reverie and notice that the currents have written a love story we were never ever told.


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