Why does this somehow feel like a melancholic ending to an unfinished story?
Everytime we exchanged glances you had my heart skip a beat...
I was so happy in this moment knowing I was yours...
I knew you for you but there was something inside telling me that this moment wasn't going to be ours forever...
I wanted to cry,
I cried,
All of my feelings inside twisted but somehow I was silenced with no words to share out loud
The thoughts and words all choked up...
I convinced myself that I would try to be happy
That I would try to live in the moment keeping myself busy with life
But it seems that no matter even if I try or don't try
It hurts each and everytime abit more...
I loved genuinely from the depth of my heart and whether the love was reciprocated equally
I was always confused..
I threw in some hints of what I knew to be true and I was shown the same as well
I wanted to believe everything in front of my eyes
But was I so blinded by selfishness?
I loved too much to even let anything matter...
It wasn't love. It was attachment. Sometimes we confused between the two.
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