The Door Closed on Us

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.

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Angkur Sharma

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