Colours.

We are a mystery, just like stars which people from afar can only see. We are out of reach, flying at our own speeds, bumping into one another constantly. We are meant to be, heroes of love defying gravity, light up the darkest of sea. Look how the winds have changed, look out for the tides unchained, beware of the monsters untamed, look at this new world caged, and then look back at us, it's been years but we are still unchanged. Our hands are still intertwined, our hearts still so connected, beating at the same rhythm, causing eyes to tear off from the bright screens and raise at us soaring across the open sky. Look how imperfectly we fit in.

We may look like freaks from up there, but there's no going back to the so-called life we were so used to. It feels great up here, with the pulchritudinous scenery, the setting sun making a golden contrast in the light blue sky, and among all this perfectness, your breath taking beauty crowns it all. I look down at our hands and smile, days back we would be holding our mobile phones and texting each other goodbye, but right now, it felt as if time stopped by, making us eternal.

And before we got back into our shells, before we wear our skins again, let us sit back for a while and enjoy the still time, talk about the things we like. It happens that mine has always been you, ever since I saw you dancing to your own tunes, on songs people were never used to. Mine's always been the way you smile, the sound of your laughter, the way your eyes light up with a gleam of shear joy, the way they water when you fight back the tears and the urge to cry surface out, the way our bodies respond so perfectly to each other's touches, the way we always work out these grudges, and make this whole world seem divine.

I want to protect you, shelter you from the harshness of the world. I want you to be the way you've always been, how I've always known you, an ever-glowing rainbow in the grayness of the world. I want to be the one to make you smile and laugh your heart out, your wings so you can reach what you're destined. I want to  be the one you look up to when all seems to fade away with time, when your spirit is down. I want you to be what you've always been to this heart of mine.

A one-sided story.

Love is the extra step you take when your bones are all weary and your skin is falling off. Love is that last drop of water you save for her so she doesn't die of thirst when you're all dried up. Love is using your height to shadow her from the burning sun, or your hands to shelter her from the pouring rain when you're all drenched and quivering. Love is love, but first love is a heartbreak. Love is the shattering of your heart when her departure sinks in gradually, when you start realising she's gone for good. Love is the growing pain in your chest each time you hear someone mention her name. Love is crying and cutting yourself to pieces to rid yourself of the sight of her in someone else's arms. Love is letting her go when you realise her good no longer lies within you, and accepting her happiness lies in someone else's 'hello', and you hide your tears so she doesn't get even a glimpse of your misery. Love is knowing you're not good enough despite all your efforts to change and mend your ways. Love is the rude talks and pushing her away, tearing your own heart apart, so she can get more reasons to let go of you when you realise how toxic you are to her. Love is when you bring her the best choices, and look at  her saying yes to someone else,a smile plastered on your face. Love is the purest form of pain, and the truest happiness.

Love is that last goodbye which makes you run miles, for one last sight, one more exchange of words, a last reason to smile before your world collapses. Love is turning your back to her to dry your tears so she can move on with her new life without any regrets or fears. Love is staying as her best friend and helping her all throughout, wanting more but claiming no more rights. Love is the countless deaths you live each time he presses his lips against hers. Love is that anger that maddens you each time he lays his hands on her and pulls her in for a hug. Love is the blood that drips from your eyes at midnight from the relentless staring at your phone screen, watching the pictures of you and her, reading the texts of the time when you once were good for each other. Love is the bottles of alcohol you gulp down, the burning sensation down your throat bringing relief, searching for peace within the feet of the devil, his hellish elixir in your hands, a way to get back to the land of memories filled with her face and the moments you shared.

Most importantly, love is that hand which pulls you out of this depression, bringing you back to light after months of darkness,shows you how to get back to life after the countless deaths. Love is the smile your lips automatically curve into each time you look at her happy. Love is searching for presence in her absence, hearing her voice in the silent of the night, with every hush of wind blowing  by, that gives you enough courage to just break out of this misery. Love is losing yourself in a whole other world, filled with things you loved, a world of colours, rainbows and stars. Love is a bliss, a blessing, but first of all, you'll find love to be a curse. Love is friendship, and love is the purpose of living.