Her love is as a fever, Longing still.

The trickle of rain flowing down the window pane  is like a dancing child in front of her eyes as she sits by the window. 

 Life is but simple and convoluted too. These are the words that linger at the back of her mind. The day moves slowly like a calculated stalker trailing each step of his next victim. The clouds are nothing but thick fog hovering above, menacingly which is both haunting and daunting. 

She sighs. 

She misses him. He, that's but a distant memory, a phantom, perilously haunting her sanity. As the sun came up some of the pain went away and what was left was only a feeling of longing, she thought about him and her, she thought about how they had hurt each other. Then she stopped and looked at the bright blue sky and recalled the dark night which had just gone by, she then looked at the way back but she knew she couldn't go back...