These past few months, I can’t find the strength to confess everything. I felt like caging them all inside me and forcing my mind to forget about them and just move on. However, I can’t, not today and definitely not tomorrow. It’s foolish but I am still holding on the idea that he’ll come back and continue what we had started. It was an unexpected love. I was strong and bold but that pathetic love made me weak. I fell in love and I forgot he’s like the changing tides, inconstant. Since then, I cried myself to sleep, reminisce every chance I could have, call him impulsively, and just think about him everytime. It was pure torture that I always pray to God to end this misery. He’s like the colors the blind wanted to see, unreachable and impossible, frustrating and exhausting. If this is what it feels like to be in love, then I don’t want to risk anymore. I don’t want the pain. I don’t want the conflicts. I just want to live.
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Dying Alive
ספרות נוערBarely living. Barely breathing. Lost the light. Lost everything. Left with nothing but pain. Left by him with a broken heart.
