Flying away is the only thing I know when it comes to a broken heart. Being the only one feeling the love is far too hard for me to bear. As one may say that being alone in love is the cruelest thing to face, I can say that I’m an expert in that. Most love stories are about those people who fall for one another, mine are completely the opposite. I am the one who fall in love alone. I turn out to be the one who remembers everything after it all happened and wondering what was wrong.
What have I said to him, what kind of gesture I made, what was he thinking, Did I over do it, When was he said “l.i.k.e”, Did he even said anything, or just what kind of clothes he was wearing and did I wear anything wrong. All of the questions normal people (who don’t fall in love) would never have, are buzzing my head. It will keep on disturbing me until the next 16 hours every single day.
Did I said something wrong and was I being a complete idiot and saying these awful things to the one I love? No matter how much I chat and drink with my friends, the feeling as small as humanly possible, keeps on filling my body. Then you will know part of your body that apparently existed and getting so hurtful. You will never know it’s there until it becomes injured. There is no cure for such pain since you didn’t know it’s existed inside you and it wounded so bad. Until there’s no other option for you but to go as far as I can to get a new start. Journey ends and love is meeting? That’s bullshit.
Nobody’s going anywhere to grasp a beer and found a delicate wine for no reason and I have absolutely no idea what I’ve been talking about….
The point is that the fact that he’s not “That” gorgeous adds up my humiliation. How can that particular amateur fool me and ruin my entire plan? It was probably because I was letting myself go and a thousands of reason which I can not grasp into my senses.