Will the owner of that universe accept me for who I am. Will they let me stand beside them. I don't know but I want to know. It's been ages since I have seen those pure yet sinful eyes. Still I crave to see it everyday. It's been carved into my soul without my consent. But do I care? no. Not atleast now.
The viral infectious disease of love has been spreading across my body at a rate I am also afraid of it. It's making it self home and it doesn't care about anything. It's hurting me. hurting me to the point I got tired of everything. I want to know who was that. Where is that person. But to my despise I never found them.
Today here I am bonding my life with another human being. My brain deceived it self in order to survive. But deep down the love that's been hidden in my heart is still thriving. I never knew anything about them neither saw them. I believe they were an angel that teached me many things. One to be patient and survive. And that's the moral of my so called love story. A game of love which I never won but got first place. A game I never really started.
Till this day I am waiting to see those eyes with my child by my grave. My soul has been taken away but why wasn't those eyes forgotten. I haven't told anyone about that. Maybe i died cause of it.
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Gladiolus
Non-FictionIn the vast canvas of life, we often find ourselves treading the valleys of adversity and hardship. These are moments that test our resilience and shake the very foundations of our soul. Yet, despite the turmoil and the pain, there is a flicker of l...
