Are you reading this because you cannot sleep at nights? Or are you reading this in the middle of the night? It hurts how a foreign man or rather a stranger had taken control of me. I stay up at nights too. All alone. And it hurts sometimes. But now I have learnt to take control. It had been two years since my heart break and ever since I could never get out of it. It is my fault. Loving someone who had no value of it.
We are still friends. I mean, more or less. Just that its a one sided love too. Is it still friendship?
I remember all those promises. I can not forget. I am not that kind. I overthink. I can not get over it. And when I feel hurt you know what I do? I write. He didn’t belong with me and I understood that very well. I did not mind. I just wanted a new place. Mainly I wanted to begin again. I hopelessly love on. That is all I have. One sided-ness. (If there is a word like that. ) Things go wrong. Life moves on. He was never happy with one girl. But I was. Happy with him. He sucked it all out of me.