Tonight, as I walked down the memory lane, I found our fingers interwined, our eyes static on the sky but glances fixed on each other while our heart-strings dancing on the same tune together. The sky and the stars seemed to have saved up more memories of ours for the set of stars often imprints our joint smile on the canvas of the dark-night-sky and it sparkles alike a sandcastle on the beach at new moon does, reminding me how excess of glow blurred our vision and we couldn't see the fragility of the sandcastle that we'd tooled together. 

Tonight, when I turned the pages of my oldest diary, I got to read you as my poetry. You were smiling in between the verses and the dimples in your cheeks were bestowing me another reason to chuckle. As the drops of tears bathe the pages, the words, somehow, attempted to part ways but you decided to stay in the pages, though making a leave from my life, you stayed in my words, in my heart, forever.