Everyday..

Everyday when she woke up,she would open that door of his which was now just a room full of his pics and a beatiful canvas.
Bcause somehow that room gave her immense happiness,
Bcause everytime when she gazed at those eyes she was left twitterpatted.
She would sit in front of that canvas for hours,
For that smile of his imprinted on the canvas helped her heal her inner scars.
And then ,when she closed her eyes everytime she would go to the flashback, that day, the qualtagh.
When he knelt to the ground nd pulled out the ring.
And those sunday evenings when he would sing,
Really bad.
And that laughter of her after the song.
And then.... remembered that night when their car bumped into that tree,
And his glowing face changed to fruillement.
Right then she would open her eyes,
and those tears full of his memories would fall..
She was living in his sillage
Everyday she would relive those moments again,
Everyday she would fall in love with him again,
Everyday.