Heart Out

Heart Out

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The depths of my heart in a moment that is shaken. My broken heart en my heavy eyes. I had denied myself a love because I broke up with my first true love years ago, en now he his gone forever; for death has taken him as a companion. I am living, en I mourn to the dictates en decision I had taken four years ago: February 9, 2012. I couldn't understand our differences en even if it was I who yearned en made the break up, every year you kept insisting we get back together, I was still in love, yet I was broken inside because you never asked me why I left, nor ever seem to want to listen to reason. I was of thoughts en you were of actions. I was so shy en you were free. I was lame to freeing myself, you were democratic to living yourself. Despite all of this, you always came back for what you wanted, it seems all this while it was I who found it so hard to swallow my pain.
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No matter how close you are to them, there are certain things you just don't say. No matter how lonely you feel, there are certain people you just don't befriend. No matter how much you've fallen, there's always a guy you shouldn't give your heart to... Sadly for me, I learnt the last one only after I had gotten my heart broken. They say that you shouldn't look down upon anyone, or you will be put in their situation and made to experience the crisis. When I was fourteen, I had rolled my eyes at a girl who was sobbing histerically over a guy who liked her best friend. And I was probably paying the price for that now. However, I was trying my best to fit my feet in the shoes I had been given. I was trying and I was managing just fine. What I didn't need was a trouble maker who entered my life without permission. The guy who claimed to be bowled over by me, the one with a broken heart. Little did he know, I had entrusted myself to Al Malik, The Owner of me and my heart. And if he had to reach me, he had to do so by pleasing Allah. Which wasn't possible for a guy like him. Or so I thought.

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