
Beautiful day with a beautiful story,
Hiding under my blanket,
Reading a romantic novel,
Just me and my novel,
The outside world don’t matter no more,
Call me a nerd but I love those moments,
Quiet moments without any distractions,
The novel, I remember clearly,
Two people who loved dearly,
But stayed separately,
The younger me couldn’t comprehend
Why two people who love each other,
Could not stay together.
Now I know why,
Love is about respect,
Once that respect disappears, love is lost in the air.
Thus, we have an incomplete story but a beautiful one.
Every broken piece created a beautiful millions arts.
About the Creator
ruma parvin
just a new writer, exploring new passion for writing
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