A Midnight Walk

''I wait,I wait in the shades of time.Three years have passed since then but they don't yet heal the scar of you.''

When you whispered to me the era of the old days,you took me back to the youth of my heart,the root of my life.But you don't realize that you revived the hardest battle I ever fought,the only time I was cut with a scar that don't heal.In her own words,

        "I dance with the devil himself 

                       And I like it"

She was there, sitting in the balcony of a two story wooden house set in a countryside outta town which is surrounded by daisies and  lilies beside the lake.I caught myself watching her from the beach,it was nothing but  a glimpse but it seems to me like as though my whole life has been just poured down to me,laid there in front of me.She was about tall,long dark hair, a bit of skinny just enough to cherish her gentle curve.She was wearing a beautiful long white silk summer dress which couldn't be fit more perfect,the wind blows lightly that unveil part of her lower thigh that linger on the back of my mind till this very day.I believe it is fair for me to say                

        ''She is beautiful with an angel face,

                   But with a devil heart."

A woman beauty as her,it is expected that a smile never leave her face and tears should never smudge her make up.Sometimes the eye is a deceiving one,they showed the blind side of a rose.The pages of her notebook that lay there on the table were torn,scattered into pieces and blew away by the wind.If this is any other day she would hurry herself to collect those pieces of paper,she'd jump up and down but she care no more,she let them all slip away.Maybe this is what supposed to be,maybe this way it would hurt less,being able not to read them again.To leave this day as it be and never to come back again.

The lady i mentioned above there,she became my friend and i try my best to help ease her pain,her broken heart.It pain me deep to see her suffering and not being able to do anything about it,it feels like i'm just a drop of blood in a pool of ocean.My sacrifice has never been enough and i believe it never will be.An incident like this can turn a beautiful soul into a sour one,i've watch and seen loads of people fall into its pit and never being themselves again for the rest of their life.It takes a strong human being to walk through its storm and be a survivor,a soul that can love again.And this is exactly what my girl had done,a girl that can love and be loved again. 

If you throw me with a a bundles of questions about her and how she struggled to let him go. Well i cannot do the honour of telling you and answer those questions.But,i believe it was hard as hell and it will be harder in the days to come when some random decent guy asked her out or that guy she had a crush on in her class fall for her,she wouldn't know what's in store for them but i bet she'd give a try because she wouldn't want to look back her life and regret about it,she don't take mis-opportunities.It would be hard not to be able to read his letter or poems he's written her and traces the words on the paper as she goes through them.Of all the hugs and kisses maybe his was what she likes best and it's okay if she never feels them again.She's done worrying about it but i believe she will never stop loving him because love like that they don't die young,there is no date you can labelled to it. 

      ''On the isle of my exile

If you come to me

                    With a face i have never seen,

                        With a voice i have never heard, 

                    With a skin i haven't yet touch,

I'd still know you

I'd still do.''