dance the silent dance

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these photos were not taken at the carnival but sometime mid august, a couple of years ago. whenever i look at them, my feet start moving in a funny rhythm and my fingers tapping on my belly.

i fell completely in love with the colours of the costumes, the percussion, the passionate and vibrant way these people were performing.

i remember myself standing there, staring at them mesmerised; i longed for joining them but i held myself back. i, so much, regret it now.

it's been three months today since we are left alone. i, also, regret for not having told him billion times more how much i loved him.