Loss_story of the buried love

This world seemed utopic the moment they met. The moon was shining a bit brighter and the sky was studded with stars that night. The breeze was gentle carrying the scent of roses from a garden near by. Everything ordinary appeared extra beautiful. 

Its was love at first sight...

They waited for hours, days and months to get to see each other again wondering what the other person was doing. Were they in love with them as much. Or had they already forgotten them. Impatient to talk to eachother. 

Fate worked in their favour finally. 

A new story began:

The Spring: 

They saw gardens and sunset and birds and buterflies, held hand and heard together the nature's songs.

The Summer: 

It was a blazing season that year but even the heat had nothing to hold infront of their passion. They thought they kill for one another. But sometimes they would argue so much so someone might have thought they could kill each other.

The Autumn: 

Everything started to fall apart. There were more arguments and little love left to do. Hearts were breaking and mending and breaking again. Their love fell apart_the blooms that blossomed in spring, had begun to wilt away and the leaves, they fell one by one till there was nothing left. The rest of autumn went in walking down their memory lane full of dead dry fallen leaves, of their memories, hearing them crakle just like their hearts would with every remembrance. 

The Winter:

 It was the season of lonliness and cold. Sitting their with a cup full of hot coffee feeling nothing yet everything. A long long season spent partially in healing and partially in preparing for another spring. 

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