The Nuptial (Ongoing)

The Nuptial (Ongoing)

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There was a woman who don't believe in true love because for her true love will only scatter you into tiny million pieces. That's only her thoughts. But one day, in just one hard slap she's married to a man who will put the broken piece of her back together. Who will embrace her flaws and imperfections. Everything changed when she met him. Her life became tragedy. Her world goes upside-down. She thought that her love will lasts forever but she knew that things can't lasts longer. Her feelings easily fades, she hurts so much to the point it will might kill her. Her heart was surrounded by hatred. Marrying you was unexpected. Marrying you was my biggest decision yet you still broke me. Cover not mine. All rights reserved. 2020 Copyrights © shinixxz
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What we have is just now. As long as she loves me. As long as she wants to be with me. As long as there is 'we'. I love her! But the rainbow is not just a blend of vibrant and bright colors. It doesn't even stay for a long period of time-- just enough for us to see and in a fleet of time is gone, leaving us wondering if it's real. A rainbow doesn't have black and white. It wasn't just like that. Same as love. Same as us. There were times that i want to give her up. Not because my love did fade, rather, my love is too much. Too much that letting her go is the only option left for her to choose me without hesitation, without guilt, freed of lies. I want her to grow, to weigh things as it is. I want her to make me feel that being with me is her choice. I want her to realize that i am hers and that she have to surrender herself to me as well. I want her to love me because that is the way she feels and not because it was the safest way. Being with her is paradise. It was a mixture of colored pastel. It was too vibrant to explain. But at a sudden twist of downs and ups, we are shaking. Loving her has become my weakness. The weakening thought of losing her when I fuck up is too much to run me insane. I'm overreacting perhaps. But being with her, means walking in a narrow-road of heaven. There's no security, no assurance. One wrong move, and I'll be slipping away. Just in the never ending pain of darkness, of solitude, of self-struggle. Loving her has become my addiction. I couldn't get enough of it. But so they say, what's too much can cause harm. Maybe I'm loving her too much that she finds it hard to breathe when i'm around. But yes, it is just a wishful thinking; things that I'll surely not going to say to her because i will never ever earn the courage to say so. We are just nothing but a 'fateful coincidence.'

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