Love takes sacrifices !!!!
It's a continuation of the post named " It happens only in true love ./? "
The days seemed to pass by like a storm and the nights crept like drought. Gazing through the rusted grilled windows looking past the unchanged sky, the unchanged air and at the unchanged star; he felt the sore contrast of his love life strike him at full force and that’s when he decided to get everything right and dig into the root of the truth of his shattered relationship.
Out there in her flowery, yet thorny, bed she drenched her pillow with salty heart feelings that form a waterfall each and every night. She recalled how he had tried to explain his feelings and how she burdened him with rules. But what can she do, being a girl she’s got the responsibility to even keep up the family name. She was cuffed with the principles of her dad. She loved her dad more than anyone else in the whole world, how could she just forget the man who took care of her every need since last 15 years? How could she sacrifice her dad’s ethics and reputation just for a boy whom he knows from last one and a half year?
It was really a breaking down humor that the age where gossiping with girlfriends, giggling around and GNOuting should have been high up; this little heart, fragile age was burdened with a choice between family and love.
After so many repeated efforts, he still couldn’t get the root of her. Several times he tried to choke himself to death, yet stood alive facing her beautiful face, struggling with choked voice, hiding from everyone.
Once and for all she decided to end it up. And one fine night she took hell lot of time than usual to type a message which must have been the most difficult text out of the million messages she had sent to him. The text read something that gave a bleeding tearful night to him. Yes, she left him alone.
He dint know that her love loved her more than he loved himself, more than he loved her. Sometimes love does demand sacrifice, but here love demanded a hurt.
He was as hurt as broken glass but then again as a boy he ought to act strong and be brave to face the cruel world. He still remembered when she used to tell that he is so innocent that even a 5 year old can cheat him away. Did she really cheat him?
Did she take him to the heights of happiness just to drown him to the unfathomable depths of depression?
Little did he know that silently she has been doing thing that would have made him proud, but only if they were together. There was no contact with her past, minimized connection with her boy-friends. He wanted to see her that way only?
But here again she was left alone without anyone to support him, not even him.
How he had wished that he would see a day when the only boy in her life would be none more than just he! But never did he dream to see her so lonely, so broken. A broken angel.
Life never stops, nor does days. But the moment when the emptiness of his life started remained as constant as change. All he wanted to end his life. But he dint dare to do so for the simple reason that he imagined every tear as an illusion that would soon end up and they would talk for hours every night like they used to. A shattered soul.
Can they ever be together?
Who will take the first step?
Do they still love each other or is it just a mere addiction?
Out there in her flowery, yet thorny, bed she drenched her pillow with salty heart feelings that form a waterfall each and every night. She recalled how he had tried to explain his feelings and how she burdened him with rules. But what can she do, being a girl she’s got the responsibility to even keep up the family name. She was cuffed with the principles of her dad. She loved her dad more than anyone else in the whole world, how could she just forget the man who took care of her every need since last 15 years? How could she sacrifice her dad’s ethics and reputation just for a boy whom he knows from last one and a half year?
It was really a breaking down humor that the age where gossiping with girlfriends, giggling around and GNOuting should have been high up; this little heart, fragile age was burdened with a choice between family and love.
After so many repeated efforts, he still couldn’t get the root of her. Several times he tried to choke himself to death, yet stood alive facing her beautiful face, struggling with choked voice, hiding from everyone.
Once and for all she decided to end it up. And one fine night she took hell lot of time than usual to type a message which must have been the most difficult text out of the million messages she had sent to him. The text read something that gave a bleeding tearful night to him. Yes, she left him alone.
He dint know that her love loved her more than he loved himself, more than he loved her. Sometimes love does demand sacrifice, but here love demanded a hurt.
He was as hurt as broken glass but then again as a boy he ought to act strong and be brave to face the cruel world. He still remembered when she used to tell that he is so innocent that even a 5 year old can cheat him away. Did she really cheat him?
Did she take him to the heights of happiness just to drown him to the unfathomable depths of depression?
Little did he know that silently she has been doing thing that would have made him proud, but only if they were together. There was no contact with her past, minimized connection with her boy-friends. He wanted to see her that way only?
But here again she was left alone without anyone to support him, not even him.
How he had wished that he would see a day when the only boy in her life would be none more than just he! But never did he dream to see her so lonely, so broken. A broken angel.
Life never stops, nor does days. But the moment when the emptiness of his life started remained as constant as change. All he wanted to end his life. But he dint dare to do so for the simple reason that he imagined every tear as an illusion that would soon end up and they would talk for hours every night like they used to. A shattered soul.
Can they ever be together?
Who will take the first step?
Do they still love each other or is it just a mere addiction?
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