Sunsets and memories
Source: dccatllanta “Melanie, please stop calling me,” he said as he whined tiredly. She had called him about ten times in the last twenty minutes. But, what could she do, she had loved him and she felt so small. She felt like a speck of dust that he had wiped off with a rose detergent and a new but torn cloth; because that is how he has made her feel. He had made her feel like a rose, only to realize later that she had also been a thorn in his path.He had made her feel fresh, but also like some torn cloth that could be replaced. She had just been another girl to him and while she knew that, she still dreamt about watching the sun drown in the reddish sky at twilight with him beside her. All of it was in vain. He had never seen her the way she saw him. She was no one special. There were five others whom he talked to the way he used to talk to her. Five she had known of, there could be many more. Her mind was racing, her breath was heavy and tears stream