And it’s June… again

Rain pours down, dampening my hope, yet my heart stands still, waiting for her arrival.

I smell red roses along with petrichor, a bit of sand, and a bit of sun, maybe a bit of both. June, a month I have waited for; I remember my eyes shining at the mention of June, a smile spreading across my face, waiting for her arrival, screaming with happiness when she arrives.

I have always thought of June as a woman with a gentle smile that never fades and soft brown hair that smiles at the sun. Her heart is tender; her path is clear — eyes that twinkle shine back at me.

She reminds me of brown-haired Rupunzel, maybe? Two worlds apart we stand now; she used to be a friend who carried memories of forever, but all I can see now is a foe looking back at me.

She still looks the same, just as pretty, but I cannot forget her eyes when she locked me forever in a tower of illusion called happiness.

Yet I hope you love her, cause maybe it was I who was blinded by my own, yet I stand waiting for her.

Yet again she blinds me with hope.

Vaani…

P.S: I think this piece needs a bit of context; June is my birth month — often filled with hopes that have been crushed before, yet I hope again that it might be different this year.