Reminiscing old stead
Erstwhile Romeo and Juliet was nothing compared to his love for her.
Love bound by inscrutable words.
But love was not on his side.
It lit on,only for a short interval.
Then on an undefined day.
They decided to meet.
He explained how he missed her during thier disunion.
He hugged her closely in his arms.
And then they buried the hatchet together.
Overwhelmed by happiness,tears rolled down on his cheeks...
Just then the clock strucked twelve'
He found himself sitting on a chair, filled with dew.
As he checked his phone,it was 2 am in the morning.
Then he continued reading their old conversation.
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