Nothing can beat the deafening silence of the night when we chose to end the things that used to bind us‚ that used to keep us afloat. The thing that used to keep us happy together. And I can never forget how the evening breeze seeped in my bones when I asked “When do we stop being in love?”
If you were to ask me‚ i’ll honestly answer with “I don’t know.” I suddenly woke up to a realization that what we have is no longer part of how we planned our future. I’m well aware that love doesn’t mean it was all rainbows and butterflies however‚ I am also unaware that being with you meant learning how to withstand raging storms and forgetting that sunshine still exists for there’s no longer warmth in your presence.
Do we no longer want each other? Or do we simply grew tired of the set up we have in this so called ‘relationship’? If only I knew that your love would quickly meet its limits‚ I should’nt have poured all that I have in one go and maybe‚ just maybe‚ it won’t go to waste and suffocate you.
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To Where The Lost Soul Reside
De TodoA compilation of prose‚ poems‚ and one-shot stories.
