wild rose

My heartbreak is grief that comes in waves, grueling, stealing appetite and sleep alike. It is a shard in my guts that never leaves, though perhaps in time the edges will dull. It feels like death just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my body, and short circuits my mind. What was once whole is now shattered: Where once was peace is emptiness, with the echoes of love- you.  365 days before now, I was in cloud nine; fireworks in all bright colours, romance played at the back sank with the sound of my heartbeats, and all those feelings came in all hues. It was the day you're mine.  I am never tired remembering, telling, or writing our stories; how did we fell, our even our memories, but I think I wrote it too much here already. You or the person who is reading this, should know how much I love you by now.                                        ...

The greatest disease today is not Tb or leprosy: it is being unwanted, unneeded, unloved and uncared for. We can cure physical diseases with medicines, but the only cure for loneliness, despair and hopelessness is love. There are many in the world who are dying for a piece of bread, but there are many more dying for a little love. - Mother Theresa. A lot of people ask me what my biggest fears is, or what scares me most. And i know they expect heights, or ghost, or cockroaches, but how do I tell when what I scares most is love- along the fact that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it .  And I said that because I've been there too.. my clingy side he once love, is now what annoys him most, questioning the time he won't spare, my little space he once giggled, is now mistaken as the sign of abused, and immaturity, my sickness, who need lots of care, was once the time he would hug and kiss me most, but now its a burden for him too, and s...

May, 7th 2018 I still remember this date, still remember the event, still remember how wild the butterflies. And deep inside I wish I could turn back time. Everytime I know we’ll part our ways in the nearest hour, I’ll cry to my last drop. And I’ll hold him tight like he is the only person i had left. I wished he could see how much I love him. I never wanted to be in a distant with him. Because I know, I need him. That morning, i woke up earlier than ever, forget butterflies, because it felt like i had a whole damn zoo in my stomach: I was so excited to meet him after a month or more not being able to look at him in real, not being able to smell his sweet scent which is my favourite, not being able to be with him so near. We call, we text, and even facetime daily, but the feelings will never really be the same- because he is there instead here, he is never really here but there, there’s time I wished him to be closer, nights I prayed he is near, because he had a spell on me; ever...