The wrong destination...

His love has always been like a cold breeze, sometimes you enjoy it but more times you feel cold, like a dark january night, though all skies were clear and it looked extremely fantastic, and though i worked really hard on creating the flame of passion but the unstoppable snow flakes calmed them down in a specific way. After losing it all, after looking around for what's left, i can never feel but desperate about this love. It wasn't impossible, but every iceberg hidden in those deep blue oceans created another obstacle in my way, how would i know they weren't just his eyes?!... In that cold how did it worked burning out my heart and cutting my strength into pieces?! Me, who stood toughly and made everyone hear the beat of my steps on every note of life's symphony. I was known with my strength but now i barely crumble, barely breath. He was the wrong destination and i kept ignoring signs. Actually, ignoring the signs is the best way to end up at the wrong destination.