It might have been
Life. It happens to everyone in a million different way. And the most common one? Love.
Something so easy to spell and yet the heaviest and profound. It can soothe in minutes, and leave you recklessly broken in the other. All of us love someone at some point of our lives and we love them with all of our heart and soul and we dream about being together with them for all of our lives. I did to. But what if that love is the death of you one day?
With every happy moment together, a sad soul legit fears tomorrow. They might not say it. For your sake or their own. Whatever the reason maybe, know that they are always scared. Scared of being all that they were before you. Without you; a mess.
In love, you feel the happiest person alive. You cannot think of anything but them. And in the moments of their absence, even their names leave you content. You are always smiling like an idiot. They are everything and everywhere, from mornings to night and everything in between. But do you wanna know what happens when they go?
I will tell you.
You are in pain. So much that it is only while you are asleep that you can breath. And that too, if the nightmares spare you. And in those moments you are so fragile. You cry so much that at some point, there are no tears left to fall. You just want the pain to end. And that is when ending is the only option.
But then why do people fall in love? Why do they be yours or make you theirs if one day they have to go? When leaving you is the only option? Maybe because you were never good enough for them.
Goodbyes are hard. And the hardest ones are saying goodbye to someone you wish to spend the rest of your life with.
About author: Irza Aiman
I had only known the part of me on the surface, the bit I had carefully chosen for me to see. Underneath there is a whole vast area of my life that I had kept hidden. I am nothing but a by-product of nature unless you get to relish the tough cookie within me. The one who can trigger the emotions you have kept hidden, lurking within you, with merely playing with a few words. The world is twisted in undefined knots and me, an illegitimate person can only pen my emotions to survive.
I have power over you with my words. Words have their power over me. With a little color here and little color there I can paint a beautiful picture of words that the literature itself endorses it. After all, I am only an ergonomically free spirit with a wild heart.
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