Too good to be real.

Every time you were holding my hand.
Every time you were standing near by me.
Every time you were smiling because of me.


Once I thought it would be forever.






 



Things are always,


Too good to be real.
Too hard to be forever.







I know.




I never ever look back.













10 years later,
I will be reading this with laughter, probably.


While,

10 years ago,
I was writing this with cries, ironically.



And,

60 years later,
I can be burying with these memories, hopefully.