A beginning has an end. And then begins a new cycle.
A tear would fall and trace down the once folded by smile.
A tear would fall and trace down the once folded by smile.
A smile that heals a broken past.
A beginning comes to an end. Two chapter that starts from a sad closure.
The woman in front of me, teary eyes for tomorrow's darkness.
The man facing her, and his back blocking me.
The man facing her, and his back blocking me.
The woman hides her sadness.
The man hides his boredom.
I won't say how cruel the man is, as I'm worst than him before.
But this is their story. A story that comes to an end.
But this is their story. A story that comes to an end.
The woman reminisce their happy moments...
... or wonder where have all that gone.
... or wonder where have all that gone.
The man is quiet...
... or can't wait to have this conversation end.
If he would ask for my opinion, I would say to remain quiet.
Be a gentleman for the woman, at least for the last time.
Be a gentleman for the woman, at least for the last time.
No sugarcoating, no blaming.
Let her feel the pain, as she will one day be happy again.
Let her feel the pain, as she will one day be happy again.
Every story has an end.
Every one has an ideal end.
This is their story.
But this will end, as I stood up and walk away to their story.
Every one has an ideal end.
This is their story.
But this will end, as I stood up and walk away to their story.
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