until we both gave up

let me take you back to the beginning of our story.

the way you caressed my forehead ignited sparks within me; those that embroidered the new year eves sky above us, back when we noticed no slightest clues that life was only deceiving us into believing that forever lived inside our intertwined fingers. it was all about butterflies perching on our rib cages, soaring down to our stomach; the kind of torment that people longed for. the world was ours and we were too young to pay attention. and me, i was too naive to consider myself ready.

now let me tell you one of the things that remain vivid - remember the night we lied down on the seashore sands doing thing adults these days deemed it cheesy; star gazing? i'd still admit it was the most beautiful night i had ever experienced in my whole life. we talked and talked. revealing every past scenes and secrets we never got the nerve to let loose. discovering each other thoughts. picturing every possibilities the future held. 

lets just say that we had not figured out yet that such things were only some parts of a story that demanded a closure.

again, it was great and we called it love, even when we weren't so sure about the exact definition of it. it was joys that wrapped us till we almost became one. it was everything nice - until we stopped listening to the songs we both wanted each other to hear and instead we began feeding each other with lies. until depression had eventually concocted its way beneath our skin. until exhaustion composed our body as much as water did to ours.

until we both gave up.