I still remember the grace of her touch while she was aiding my bleeding wound,
I still remember the smell of that blueberries scented perfume while she was cleaning my bleeding wound,
I still remember her hair locking my face while she was caring my bleeding wound,
I still remember those sad but extremely attractive eyes as if so sorry for something.
I don't remember the accident which caught me bled, neither did it hurt nor do I remember the pain.
But, I still remember her caressing me,
I still remember her loud voice stating, "how careless you are.",
I still remember the glow of her angry face in the dim light.
One would bleed a thousand times,
For it all to happen again.
That was surely a beautiful accident.