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And finally she had decided. She knew that she couldn’t do it anymore, she couldn’t be played with anymore, she just couldn’t be hurt anymore. She wasn’t made for love. Even though late, but she had realised. And she had decided to give up. But he! He made her smile everytime she thought about him. So how could her heart leave, even when her mind had decided to?
Some people are just not made for love. They're just made for fairytale startings, magical moments and fucked up endings!
She could sense something burning. The air had the smell of smoke. Soon, she realised that it was her soul which was burning, it was her soul which was set to flames. It was her heart which had turned into ashes. She was in a state from which it was impossible to recover. She burnt like a fiery night, it was only coz she held on so tight. No, he hadn’t done anything. Maybe it was just the heat due to friction, the heat that she felt when he rubbed his fingers against her lips, the heat that she felt when he cuddled throughout the night, the heat that she felt when he lit her soul and the heat that she felt when he left. It wasn’t warm, it was hot, it was like burning gold, no doubt it burnt her soul.
White
White. What a beautifully exhilarating colour. It's not just a colour, it is everything we see around us. It has, in it, the colour of the sky, the stars and of course, the colour of love. Hatred isn't contained in it. It enlivens every soul. It is the strongest shade, yet it is the most underestimated; the most important, yet the most underrated. If white was to disappear, it would leave the entire universe oblitered, broken into pieces which, like a broken lover, can never retain the beauty of its heart and its soul.
Have you ever loved someone so much, that it gets out of their ability to handle it? Have you ever loved someone so deep, that it deepens your scars and leaves them partially lit? Have you ever loved someone so unconditional, that it starts hurting you? Have you ever loved someone so pure, that everything of their's affects you? Have you ever loved someone so mad, that you go insane? Have you ever loved someone so true, to hear that they don't love you the same?
Some people just don't get the concept of love. It's a lot more than just saying "I love you". It's not just about two bodies touching each other, it's about two souls touching each other. It isn't about loving the other half for the perfections, it's about loving each other for the flaws. It's about patience, and is based on mutual trust and understanding. It's about two people never giving up on each other. It's about supporting each other when nothing is right. It isn't about falling, it's about rising. It's about adjusting and about being happy to see the other one happy. It's a lot more than what people think it is. It's just the best feeling ever.
“So, was it all a lie?”, she asked. “No”, he said.
“Do you miss me?”, she asked. “A lot”, he answered.
“Did you ever love me as much as I loved you?”, she asked. “Yes”, he replied.
"Is it so easy for you to do what you're doing?", she asked. "No", he said.
And she went with tears in her eyes. She knew that if that wasn’t a lie, this was.
Life. Accept it.
I wanna hold you tight, And kiss you all through the night.
She was just a book’s page, which you read thoroughly, and flipped..
It’s those times which she sometimes misses, When they laid and gave some fervent kisses.
And when she looked into his eyes, That feeling could charge no price, It had a beautifully twisted spice.
And when she bit his lips, That taste which she felt in bits, Just how beautifully her soul lit.
And when she played with his nose, No problem did it ever pose, It was just as beautiful as a rose.
And when she did in his arms reside, Those arms were consumed in pride, Pride because in him, she did confide.
And when they did exchange their breathe, It was his essence, on which she fed, ‘I love you’, she silently said.
I drank the love off your lips.
You❤
Love is a beautiful part of life and we all need it. So did that tormented soul. Oh, how deeply torn she was. The scars on her face could portray only a little fraction of how broken she was. She longed for someone who she knew she would've never got. He gave her hints, yet he never came. Always at her back he was, but never fell in love with her. Yet she kept falling even more. She waited and waited and waited. Just how worthless her wait was. But she always felt he was worth it, that he was the one for her, and that he was where she belonged, until you became a part of her life and he became a chapter. The perfection in your love said it all. You stitched her soul with the most colourful threads of love, and got her so strong. The deepness in your love filled her deepest scars. Maybe that's why she never got him. Well, you are just what she always needed. She's so lucky to have you.
I long for you..❤
The very idea of not being with you is itself extremely excruciating….