Millions of lovestories in this world but none of them are for me;
When i used to dream of unpresidented cinderella cliche lovestories as a girl, eager to find my very own prince and discover those feelings... only to find out that such a hurt would exist in between these festive worlds of romance love and lust.
This hurt that just hurt so bad.
There is no antidote to my confused heart and true feelings, in a supposed world full of gimicky love stories and tropes, all failed to explain whats wrong with me. None are of use to me.
Its like i've been invited to a party where i don't know anybody. Out of place,
Still i stand with my friends and listen to them go on for hours with a empty heart. I just can't relate.
When my love doesn't even believe that we could happen, then. I truly am hopeless. The hurt after such words doesn't come right away but when it does, it feels somebody is pricking your heart with needle and squezing it tightly as blood can't even flow out because the heart is pale already. All moisture dried. Then it crumbles away like a dead leaf, same is the situation of the house you built in your heart, helpless, as its walls come crashing down and burning. The entire house is lit on fire as we are asleep within it. In eachothers arms.