Pieces do have meaning

In the beginning of this piece
She told herself let's not involve him
The part is so temporary to her fairytale
A fairytale wishing to be her destiny

But then it never goes as per the plan
Life has it's own climax
Or may be it was his words-
"I know you will never leave me."
Don't know was this a good belief or
Something that wasn't right.

Out of the twelve
They had just conversed for 4 months
But like the water flows with pebbles and leaving alot of them
It wasn't continuous
It was rather bits of paper

And may be time told her to take a deep breath
A breath where no flags of his name
No signals of him coming
No sunrise and sunset giving birth to hope
For the first time she was trying to give up completely
Like ending a book with no climax and no Happy ending
But just writing it's last page.

Out of the bluemoon
A friend of hers tossed a coin to decide on to him
6 months
If it was in it, Good.
And if not, no stories at all.
And for the first time sunset bought a new thing
Him.
Puzzled if it was reality or dream
She took all the time she could to understand that it actually happened

But it never remains the same
You often learn alot many lessons on a page
And the another has none
So this year was one that had many
Fighting with her own heart
Fighting with her own self
She had learned
How to keep heart as friend.

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