Dedicated to all the people out there who have fought the battle of love and lost, people who are underlooked because of their sexuality and those persecuted because of their belief of love. it is simply not the end of everything nor is it the end of life, we all get hurt in love but only those strong enough mount the grief and find the courage to love again.
You are special because you love for who you are.
Is there a special someone in your heart that you have ever loved so deeply, after they left, they have to carry on and you still remain to love them.
Signs of their existance are never wiped away by the silent life, you can never find any importance of living without them.
Dreams and all thoughts cease to make them altered, those very distant, those very fine moments of youth keep on gradually evolving into slowly waning memories, memories you never want to let go of but you are forced to keep on dropping.
They slightly wither but still continue to live within us, they leave permanent scars, some very nice and others the exact opposite.
In the lapse of time, before we could even comprehend, those painful scars heal, one moment is forgiven the other we are still questioning why.
There comes the strength of fighting just for them and perhaps only a reflection in time is enough to give us the courage to forgive them.
We get delusional, we search and run around, in circles and even in the most unpredictable places, where to find that compassion, where to find that person, where to find that love, it all remains a painful mystery.
We are heartbroken, we live, we grow, we are young, what is it we know about love, we just want to badly have it.
Where can we find our hearts, our modest joys and our everlasting happiness, we are all human, that is what our hearts know, that is what our minds remember, that in every loss, every single fight for our love is worth it.
We suppress every difference, every fear, we ache every night and day and never cease to shed tears, the aftermath was always alarming and painful and we become a part of that past that we regret and find to be awful.
Yet after all that has been fought,
It all comes down to that one person, that special someone we can never forget, the very first person to make you understand your feelings and who you really are.
But after we have searched, the question will still remain, will they always be there, in that original place where our story began, WAITING FOR US?
How could I begin to explain, the august that came with loving him, how can I begin to express the pain and anguish I bore simply because I loved him?
There is a story, only one very special story that I find is worth telling in details, it is his story, it is my story, it is our story.
From every beast that I had slain, from every hustle this life tossed our way and from every agony that came and devoured me then, he still remained the one memory I feared to lose and would give up everything to hold onto forever.
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I SEE YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL THE SERIES BOOK 1: FIRST LOVE
Storie d'amoreAll my life, no one ever made me happy, no one ever seemed perfect enough for me to die for, no one looked more handsome than him and there is no one I was willing to give up everything for like him I dearly loved and cherished him more than anythin...
