I crave for love. I even fool myself into believing I've found it.
Saying the words 'I love you' to someone was only an escape from the void that's inside me. Hoping I could feel something but there was nothing, just sickening feeling of deja vu.
Rather selfish it may seem.
But how did I care so less about how she feels. I was too busy playing the victim to realize.
I've learnt that not everyone is like me and it took long enough to figure. There's hope for real love I reckon.
I believe love can be found even in the darkest of places only if you remember to turn on the light.
I think love, the love of your life that is, is not a person but something that's in every heart and when that fact is appreciated that is where real love is found.
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RandomSnippets from the Heart. It's just short poems and thoughts that i have written in my memo. I hope you relate and upvote :)
