Fear

The connection that I thought we had is lost.

Replaced instead by fear and distrust.

I do not know what you will do next to hurt me.
I do not know what you will say next that will cause me pain.
Intentional or unintentional.

I had not expected to hurt so much. And it scares me. Because it seems even I did not know how much I felt for you.

I am afraid of you.

All I Ask

Is for you to love me.

With all the passion in your heart.
With all the gentleness in your soul.
With all the tenderness in your touch.

And I would be happy.

Silence

She looked down at the broken pieces lying around her feet, and even though she knew it had been unavoidable, still she wished it was not so.

Nothing to say, yet so many things to say. But what is the point when there is no one left to say them to? And no one to say anything to her.

Liquid salt

She had always known it would come to this one day. Even wished for it, perhaps, in her own way. And ticked the events off her list one by one as they unfolded before her eyes like clockwork. And she understood why.

But nevertheless, nothing could numb the pain that visited her that day. A hollow, empty feeling deep in the pit of her stomach.

And the tears flowed.

Thoughts

Not a day had passed without her thinking about him. She thought about him constantly, even though she knew nothing would come out of it.

But she liked thinking about him. Because even if it was just mere thoughts, he was with her.