People talk about love like it's the most beautiful thing in the world, of how love conquers all and defies all odds, and how two broken souls find solace in their other half.
But nobody ever told me that when in love, one should always be prepared to pick oneself up, especially when there is no one to catch you when you fall.
The sugar-coated stories about love made my young, naive heart believe in fantasies that when life gave me a dose of reality, it hurts more than what I've expected.
It was shallow, then profound in the next minute. I'll be getting on with my daily routine and forget that I was hurting in the first place.
Then suddenly, everything will crash back in waves as if it was taunting me for actually believing that it's already gone. I thought that I'm already over him, but my heart tells otherwise.
Even after all these years, and all those people I've met, it only beats just for him, and it fucking hurts. It takes a lot of courage to unlove a person after all.
Love is not just something that will disappear in a flick of a finger. But in due time it will, and with the right person, everything will never feel wrong.
-But a part of me hopes that that person is still you.
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PoésieYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
