I don't Love you anymore by Rithvik singh

part 9

It's tragic, isn't it? When someone new enters your life, you don't appreciate how much they love you, as much as you wonder if someday, just like everyone else, they'll stop loving you, too.

It hurts me to think that it didn't hurt you when I left. That it, in fact, made you feel better. That my presence in people's lives is a weight on their shoulders, and no amount of love from my end can ever change that.

I'm not the person you left behind. the one whose heart carried nothing but love for you. where there was no space for anyone new.

Because what they say is true, you can love someone with your whole heart and still leave them behind. once you finally realize ever since you gave them your heart, you've not been all right.

My heart was the snow you buried your footprints in. You're always with me even when you aren't.

My favorite color will always be that of the sky before storms, that of my life before you.

Letting go is hard when there's so much love inside you, dying to belong to them.

The way a tear drops from both our eyes when it's time to say goodbye shows how the only thing keeping us away from pain is each other.

When the world doesn't want to love you, I hope you don't stand with the world.

There are jasmine flowers in your garden that bloom even on days when you're not around. Even when there's nobody present to appreciate them. Your mother wears her favorite sarees, even though your father never tells her she looks pretty.

The world can refuse to love you, but may you never stop being the first person who makes you smile.

I'm glad I didn't end up with you,

I can't imagine my life without this person, who has made all my dreams come true.

When you enter a small cafe and everything there smells like history. A past too deeply stitched to be separated from its existence. There are tiny postcards kept on tables and old clocks hanging on the walls. I wonder how many lovers have entered this place before, held hands, madly in love with each other. You see, some places are like that you can't help but write poems about them- they just refuse to leave your heart.

When we're together, things can be out of place, but our hearts are always home.

Loving me is like loving heartbreaks, because that's what I'm made of. I carry my heart on my sleeves, and my soul dies to run in your direction, but I'm too scared of what loving you might do to me. You see, my heart protests against love, but also dies for it.

With you, I was drowning and catching for breath as you laughed at me- always closer to death than life.

Without you, I'm the entire ocean. brimming with endless life.

I've bettered the art of leaving people, but I'm yet to learn how to take my heart with me.

You serve your heart to them on a platter once again, hoping they've changed, but the only thing that changes is the way they choose to crush your heart. The method changes, but the pain remains.

It's going to rain tomorrow, my mom says, and it definitely rains the next day. Ma is good at predicting who is going to break my heart, too. But I am always too in love to listen.

Loving the wrong person can feel like a storm to some, and when they cannot escape it, sometimes they end up spending their entire lives, hopelessly waiting for the sun.

Let your love for yourself be the
tapestry that decorates your heart.

You know you don't want them in your life, but you still can't help but reach out to them. You send them that text, you call them on random days, and you miss them anyway. You know, even if they came and put all the love in the world at your feet, you'd still not want to be with them. They've hurt you enough to make you stop wanting them, but you just need enough distance to make you stop loving them, too.

My life with you was a half sun-lit room. Your love always brought me darkness in equal measure as light. And the pain never fully left. so I did.

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