Love

You were unable to see, unable to see the desperation in my eyes. The desperation for your love, for your trust and the desperation to hear those three magical words.

You did not realise how deep I had fallen in love with you. You were unable to see how my heart seeks for your attention, you don't realise what I do to get your attention, your care, your affection. No, you don't realise.

If you were to become another stranger, then why did you take my heart? Why did you fill me with hope, a hope of a better tomorrow that was supposed to be build with you, with me, we both were gonna build that better tomorrow. Where are you now? Where are your those 'fake promises' that you made.

"You're my first love and I'll always love you" was that all a lie? Did I really deserve to be lied to? Was I not enough? Was my all not enough for you? These are the questions that keep going through my head all day long. And at night, these thoughts become a demon and they haunt me all night long.

Love, love can do many strange things to you. But, one thing that love is best at is making someone lose their sanity, you'll never realise that the other person is doing something wrong, you'll never realise that, the other person in not what you think he is. Love is also great at is making someone fall in a false idea, an idea of something better.

You might feel great at first, but once the good time has past and a difficult time has started, that's when you can say that, you suffer, burn and you break yourself down. If you get through this time together, congratulations you have a great life ahead, waiting for you. But if you don't get through it, that means you're not strong enough, you're not meant to be together. When you fail, that's when the beautiful and colorful flowers that you grew together, fade their color, they die, they rot. When you fail, a lover doubts it's existence. With that doubt, dies the existence of love, the existence of expectations and dies the hope that you'll ever be happy again.

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-Like the loving person you always were, you loved the scent of my petals so much, that you plucked them all out. And now, here I am, left alone, I stand here without the thing that made me special, here I stand like all the other 'ordinary' but broken 'flowers' do.-

                                    -Muhammad Saad