The same old feeling bumped around my mind, tousled and mortified. If not by her I would engage the very thickness envelope of shade of fallacy; the fallacy that imbibed the essence of the feeling, the feeling of being amalgamated with her. She has her prince and I have my baby, but everything changed when the loop of fate intertwined between us. The music repeatedly enhanced the momentum as she stares at me without a blink for once. She just stared at me as if she froze for a hundred light years. I met her eyes at one instance but I focused my sight at her stare and not into her eyes; her stare that moans around the room where we slept together, where we intensely exchange behaviours of love.
