I was drowning in emotions. Felt like someone took hold of my heart and was squeezing it so hard. This pain was unbearable.
Felt like sharp shards of glass were piercing the entire surface of my heart.
My body writhed in pain .I just wanted this to end.
He was the reason i lived. I know it sounds pathetic, but it’s true. What we shared was sacred to me. A bond unbreakable we were supposed to be forever.
My body ached for his touch. I miss the way he would kiss the soft skin behind my ear and tell me everything would be alright.
I was a skeptic and a pessimist with my nose in the air when we met. But with no effort at all he turned me in to an optimistic romantic. Sadly i remember the way he would tease me. OH! The laughter we shared.
I know i was punishing myself with these memories but they were painfully sweet. They fed my pain like heroine would an addict.
I remember the first time he told me. I should have been prepared for this. But tell me is there a notion that can prepare you for the total destruction of your life?
He was the one. The one whose soul was in tune with mine, every breath he took sang to my blood. And when we kissed it felt like i was given a new lease to life.
My tears fell more gently now. It’s as though i was running out. I was drained. I just wanted to sleep and never wake up.
Suddenly i hear his voice. "You have to move on". I was startled. But then i was not of sound mind.
But those unspoken words had an effect on me that i could not explain. My entire being was slowly but painfully been dragged out from this remorseful place it resided. This filled me with panic. I thought this was the only way to hold on to him. The pain was a small price i would have to pay to keep his gorgeous faced etched in my memories forever.
I knew this was selfish on those around me.
I also see how they whisper behind my back. They say, "why is she taking this too hard, it was expected." How i want to scream at them. They don’t understand. But then i smile to myself. They will never know the love we shared. They will never understand. I feel proud suddenly. I feel thankful that i was one of the few chosen to experience this wonderful thing.
I remember how i scoffed at the term "LOVE" before. OH! How I’m happy to have been proved wrong.
My beloved maybe gone and it may take a longtime to get over it. But i know how blessed I am, to have loved and be loved in a magical way.
I look around and i observe what LOVE means today. I see how its uttered with no meaning or even affection behind it...And then i think of my "HIM" And I am happy.
Felt like sharp shards of glass were piercing the entire surface of my heart.
My body writhed in pain .I just wanted this to end.
He was the reason i lived. I know it sounds pathetic, but it’s true. What we shared was sacred to me. A bond unbreakable we were supposed to be forever.
My body ached for his touch. I miss the way he would kiss the soft skin behind my ear and tell me everything would be alright.
I was a skeptic and a pessimist with my nose in the air when we met. But with no effort at all he turned me in to an optimistic romantic. Sadly i remember the way he would tease me. OH! The laughter we shared.
I know i was punishing myself with these memories but they were painfully sweet. They fed my pain like heroine would an addict.
I remember the first time he told me. I should have been prepared for this. But tell me is there a notion that can prepare you for the total destruction of your life?
He was the one. The one whose soul was in tune with mine, every breath he took sang to my blood. And when we kissed it felt like i was given a new lease to life.
My tears fell more gently now. It’s as though i was running out. I was drained. I just wanted to sleep and never wake up.
Suddenly i hear his voice. "You have to move on". I was startled. But then i was not of sound mind.
But those unspoken words had an effect on me that i could not explain. My entire being was slowly but painfully been dragged out from this remorseful place it resided. This filled me with panic. I thought this was the only way to hold on to him. The pain was a small price i would have to pay to keep his gorgeous faced etched in my memories forever.
I knew this was selfish on those around me.
I also see how they whisper behind my back. They say, "why is she taking this too hard, it was expected." How i want to scream at them. They don’t understand. But then i smile to myself. They will never know the love we shared. They will never understand. I feel proud suddenly. I feel thankful that i was one of the few chosen to experience this wonderful thing.
I remember how i scoffed at the term "LOVE" before. OH! How I’m happy to have been proved wrong.
My beloved maybe gone and it may take a longtime to get over it. But i know how blessed I am, to have loved and be loved in a magical way.
I look around and i observe what LOVE means today. I see how its uttered with no meaning or even affection behind it...And then i think of my "HIM" And I am happy.
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