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It was a dream.
A marvelous, spectacular, awe-inspiring dream.
But was it really a dream?
Or was it a hideous, repulsive, dreadful nightmare?

She woke up only to find him gone. The house was still and empty without him. The silence casted its shadow upon the entire vicinity of their love’s dwelling sanctuary dampening her hopes, incarcerating her heart.

Its half-past 5 in the morning and the darkness slowly fades away as the light rise to claim his power and take pride in his glory. A new dawn shines its mercy to the hopeless. A new journey awaits the restless soul. A new agony lays ahead her beaten heart.

He is with her.

She knew it. She always does.

Why won’t the ache and the anguish stop while the hot tears and the suppressed sobs did?

Is there an end to this demented torment?

But she knew even before she asked that the pain and the suffering are infinite, the torture; endless. For as long as she loves him, there will always be misery.

The desolation of the day ends when the bliss of the night begins.

She always likes the night for it is the only time her love returns to the divine haven of her affection. It is when the despondency stops and time is a tangible matter which she could manipulate. She likes the night for its darkness shelters her from the ruthless and brutal reality.

He loves her. Or was she only the one conceiving this make-believe tale? For if he loves her, he doesn’t have to leave her during her reverie. He would have stayed and held her close, not permitting even the shortest distance of separation.

But he loves the other girl too, perhaps even more than her for he is willing to share the magnificence of the day with her.

She wished she was her. She wished that she would be the only one.

However, the realization of her wishful thinking is past beyond the threshold of what her heart can bear. Instead, she braced her heart for another blow of pain that even Morphine and Demerol can’t take away. And as she lay her dying heart, all that she can think of was him and the memories she held so dear.

He didn’t come home that night and the nights that followed. He never knew what happened that fateful day. He seemed to have forgotten her existence. Until a grave was dug and mourners came.

There a letter was read.

"I woke up and you were gone
Everything has been said and done
I am the night and its darkness
She is the day and its light rays
And I knew I can never be the only one
For I am just your SECOND one"