It died before it came out of its cocoon.

A day with my loved one and yet I feel awkward, may be because I know this love wont flourish, it will die as a bud, without coming out of its cocoon. So many dreams that we had, so many things that we wanted for ourselves and its all broken into pieces that I can barely gather. The feelings that we shared, the butterflies that I felt and that invisible bond that we are attached is so strong but seems we need to weaken it or may be it has weakened.