40 فصل مكتمِلة "I was holding onto him thinking the pain was worth it, my hands and heart ached trying to keep something which killed me not so softly. But as I started to let go of him, my soul felt lighter. And my heart? It'll take it's own time.", she gave a soft smile.
You came into my life,
Making it colourful than it was,
You made me feel good,
Like a blooming flower.
But just like every season,
This season changed too,
You left me like a withering flower,
Making me drown in my own pain.
My mind still thinks about you,
My heart still hurts,
Don't want someone to mend it now,
I can't give the same love back.
Love is complex, funny and confusing. People often mix the idea of love with actually being in love and end up getting heartbroken. You can love a person and not realize it as you let them go while holding onto something that isn't yours.
