The Perfect Week!

The silence isn't so bad 

Till I look at my hands and feel sad

Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly

There are moments when minutest of the minute things remind you of something, someone. The classroom you love only because she was there once. 
Guava juice that you sip daily, for it tastes like your past with her. 
The small bed in your living room where you had shared your sleep. 

It's like giving the world a new perspective. Giving new meaning to things, moments and the time.

It was your perfect week. Those seven days were the best you had.
There has been many joyous occasions, merry days, lovely moments but the whole life means nothing in front of those 7 days. Nothing equals them.


You still sometimes close your eyes just to have those moments back. The first glimpse of her; nothing can match it. Desires; getting what you desired once. Present; knowing things won't be the same again, for you have lived the best times and not any day is going to be the same again. Such things aren't forever!
You'll have to do without them. Such is life!