Much like the winds of spring bringing in the new, their love soared.
It was a glimmer in time when all was calm and well.
Her laughter was genuine, his thoughts complete.
But just as the rose wilts and the winter cold sets in, their love had given its last breathe.
It was a three years full of happiness. It was a three years of sadness.
But all in all, it was love.
He had loved her like no other, and she turned her back.
Her retreat had signed her sentence, for she would run from love like prey from its predator.
He swore his love would never cease, and warned her that she would be the one to forget what had been.
Yet, oceans seperated them and she was the one who never forgot.
His heartbreak forced him to search for comfort in another, and her heartbreak into isolation.
Love was an unspoken word, a forbidden sentiment that to her brought only heart ache and despair.
They have been apart for a year and a half now.
Each on their own journey.
He has found love in another, and she has remained alone.
Because you see, life is not without a sense of irony.
We make our beds and we lay in them.
I ran, he gave in.
This was nice. Sad, but the writing was nice as always.