Soliloquy

Perfect death.

I'm contradictory.

And weird.

I am.

I'm that girl who loves black but scared from darkness.

I'm that girl who loves red but hates blood.

On the other hand, I'm that girl who hates yellow but loves the sun.

I'm that girl who hates blue but loves the beach.

And most importantly, I'm that girl who hates falling in love but loves falling for you.

Because I think you are.

You're more beautiful than the most decent novel.

You are.

You're more romantic than the best-selling romance song.

You are.

I know that no one is perfect but for me, you are.

You are.

You are the only one i loved but now, you're not here, you'll never be.

They say "nothing is impossible."

but the possibilty of "us" being what we used to be is equivalent to posibility of the returning of a dead man to life again.

Impossible.

It's impossible.

To fall in love.

With someone else.

They say " Love is not about the people, it is about the soul."

But in my case, I haven't fallen in love with your soul. I've fallen in love with your brain.

You've a brain of a serial killer, and it has killed my heart.

Then left me heartless..