An end beautifully portrayed:
I saw you today.
You were on the other side of the road, all smiles, and holding hands, about to enter a cafe.
And I felt the crowd around me scrutinizing my every move.
You might have seen me, or perhaps you didn't, but you turned around and I saw how beautiful you have grown over the years.
You were no more a girl, but a lady; and the red blush of your cheeks suggested that you were in love.
And I should have been heartbroken at this.
Not because you were happy, but because I wasn't its cause.
But, I wasn't.
I wasn't and I never felt so free before.
You walked into the cafe and the door closed behind you
and with it
the door closed on us,
and I wasn't in love anymore.
-credit for this
Scribblious:
Angkur Sharma
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