Your eyes tell me what he's doing to your heart, there were sunflowers in them the last time I saw you, and now, they're all wilting apart.Someone who has been loved by grief all his life will of course fall in love with the person who makes him smile, because you can grow roses in the backyards of mansions full of empty people with ease, but it's special when the flood breaks the last flower in a garden and someone picks it up, puts it in a vase filled with water, and looks at it with affection, the flower doesn't survive, but at least it feels loved again.
You ask me if I've ever been loved before, and I tell you, I've loved and I've been left-nobody has ever stayed long enough to ask me this question.
I detest your presence. I'm too scared of what your absence might do to me.
I'll always be the first one to open my arms for you, and the last one you'll choose to hug
I've been clumsier than ever since the day we met.
I'm carefree now- knowing I've found someone who is careful with my heart.And when you're tired, don't think twice before falling into my arms. I'm tired too, but I'll never run out of love for you.
You would forget to add hearts to good morning messages. Disappear for hours without a reason. Suddenly be mad at me, mid-conversation. Go to sleep knowing I'm anxious. I'd sit the next day in the car with you, quietly. You wouldn't ask me what happened, and I was too scared to tell. I had told you I overthink a lot, and you ensured I never stopped.
Your soul will turn into a shooting star, every inch of your being will shine for them.
I've been watering a rose plant for months now, and today, I finally saw a rose in it. But for you, I'd pluck my favorite flower, break all its petals and arrange them to write your name. For you, I don't mind breaking things be it a flower, be it my heart.
My past selves are buried inside me. They cry to resurrect when I try to give love another chance.
You're so used to apologizing to people and begging them to stay that when someone apologizes to you for hurting your feelings, you've no idea what to say. Tragic how your feelings have never mattered to anyone before, how people have always found it easier to walk away.
Your absence has created cemeteries in my soul, there's so much of me that doesn't exist anymore..
Our love is a sinking ship in the middle of the ocean.
If we must stop loving each other, life must stop loving us too.
There's a perfume bottle in my room. Mom says it smells like autumn, but I know it smells like you. There are nights when I wish you could move your fingers through my hair and tell me about your day. I'd wake up smelling just like you. But I know all your days are bright without me. I know you don't hold onto me in fragrances, among other things, the way I do.
Your colors cover all the corners of my heart. There are shades of you in the way I talk. There's so much of you in the morning sky. How do you expect me to forget you when you are synonymous with beauty for me? When everything beautiful is everything you are. When everything gorgeous will always remain a little less gorgeous than you. The truth is, you're everywhere around me and within me even though you're not in love with me anymore.
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I don't Love you anymore by Rithvik singh
Storie d'amoreI Don't Love You Anymore: Moving On and Living Your Best Life by Rithvik Singh is more than just a book - it's a lifeline for those grappling with the aftermath of love lost. Singh's narrative unfolds like a gentle conversation, where every word res...