y..seven

There was once a boy that I was as in love with as I could possibly
be in love with anyone. For the first time, my bad omen fell asleep and
I was allowed to feel happiness with this boy for a couple of weeks, or
a couple of months. I don't remember.


Bad Omen never ceased to surprise me; he slapped away all my
glory, all my bliss. I think I heard his chuckle as he and the rest of
the world watched dark melancholy seep into my lively aura. For weeks,
or months (the duration is hazy) I tried with much ardor to bring back
the rainbow into my eyes; but to no avail.


But that was seven months ago and as the popular clich? says,
time heals all wounds. Mine were very deep and hard to heel. So when
the boy came back, all the stitches popped and a time machine brought
me back to the Dark Melancholy.


Here I am today. In the agony of seven months ago.