#sadtales

[blackironprisonbreak]

There's a story here, but I'm pretty sure I don't want to know it. #strangerthan #sadtales

[theartofade-blog]

You can now read the continuation of @tybiia poem #Vows on TheArtOfAde.com. #Marriage #SadTales #StayCrowned〽️

[thegirlwhohatebangles-blog]

About Me: A Sad Tale

I am an engineering student. This is my blog about what love is to me. What love was to me. This is the story, an unfinished one, about how I found my love and how I lost it. I am in search for it too. Aren’t we all in search of that person who completes us? This story spans one year. This is not a complete story though. Bits and pieces would be more correct. I do not wish to pass judgement, neither do I expect anyone else to do the same. This is more about how I felt, my point of view on what I was going through. Sometimes i wish it was possible to think before falling in love with someone. Why is it that we fall for the most impossible people? People who are so different from us. He was the North. I was the South. He was my absolute opposite. Opposites attract yes. But it doesn’t works out much. This is one of the sad tales of similar type. But the cherry on top or the icing on the cake, was him being from another culture other than mine. The culture, the society and his duty to his family came in between. I do not blame him. It had to be this way. But the only regret I have is that we could have made it work. Somehow, magically. Us, together.