There was a time when I was full of love. Now I'm full of rage. There must be something fundamentally wrong with me.
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There was a time when I was full of love. Now I'm full of rage. There must be something fundamentally wrong with me.
It doesn't hurt like it used to but there's a void.
If I could go back to the past, I’d walk straight into the burning fire again because it once felt like home.
What does not kill you makes you cry at 8 a.m. in the metro.
Now that you are gone, you are everywhere.
i like the idea of never speaking to someone again.
The never ending loneliness 😭🖐🏼
I will carry the fragments of you till the end.
Abandoned by the one, I would've left the world for.
Maybe that's what love becomes, a ghost that visits but never stays... haunted by the idea of our 'almost' and the grief of unspent loves.
I don't make sense.
You will not hear from me anymore, my dearest, you made me step out of the character.. I will disappear from your life like I never existed.
What horrifies me the most is the thought of never moving on from the past versions of you.
I must admit... you changed me. I was someone else before you, and someone unrecognizable after...Now I carry fragments of you within me.. quiet echoes stitched into my being. I’ve learned things from you that won’t unlearn themselves, and I know every conversation will find a way to bring you back.
I will remember you.
I will miss you.
And I’m terrified of how much I already do, my dearest.
The letters that I will never send you, will be the living proof of my longings and agonies.
Ohh to carry the weight of a love that has turned into a grief..
From I hate to admit that we ended on wrong terms to I have to admit that we ended for reasons.
#growth
Khawab. Khayal. Khawahish. Khushi. Khamoshi.
Kabhi sirf tum thy :)