I love that moment, when you are ready to open a book. When you are unknown to the story. You are a total stranger to the characters. But you’ll know there story now.
Finally, when you close a book, you are no more a stranger. You know everything then. You know the characters so very well. Their mind, their heart, emotions and their nature. You know who they are and who they are supposed to be. You love and hate, you cry and laugh with them. This is the weirdest and the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced. When you close a book, you know they will continue living in those pages. They are just not ink and paper.They matter, their lives matter.
Do you ever read the last sentence of a good book and the last words hall in you, like a never-ending echo. Your life stops for a second and you can’t thing about anything else. It’s like you’re not here, but in some other world. You can’t help, but stare at the last page, before you hug that book so tight.
You are sad to leave them. But you know that you’re a part of their story now. When you read a book, a piece of it, will always be with you, wherever you go. It leaves a mark on you. You feel a change in you and your soul feels alive. And that’s the best feeling ever.
It was foggy in my mind,
Not understanding why.
A hole in my heart
How to fill, I never thought.
No passion, no dream, to save me.
Didn’t knew who I was supposed to be.
I burned in the fire of questions
Doubted every of my decisions.
Later one day, things turned differently.
On a table I found my pen and some pages,
Together they shimmered with my imagination.
Perfect together they burned.
It made sense to me, what I wanted to be.
In all the chaos, I found a way
to tell stories I concealed, inside of me.
Pen and pages, are the keys to a place
where my heart blooms with grace.
I write and write
turning my pain into art
that’s how I can tell
the story of my bleeding heart.
I don’t know why destiny allowed some people to meet, when there’s
no way for them, to be together.
I thought, lying under the sky, that I might love him for the rest of my life. The only thing I know now is that, he has this calming energy which radiates from him. Everyday of my life, it feels as if, with time, I’m losing him. Bit by bit, he is fading away. That I’ll never see him again, and I’ll get stuck missing him. I try to feed my heart, these lies, that maybe it isn’t love, maybe it’s nothing. But my heart denies to accept these lies. Sometimes I miss him so much, it hurts me right here. It feels like someone is squeezing my heart with the strength of the entire world. And isn’t that so terrible?
But it turns out, not to be terrible. I know that girl would go on, that she would grow up, she’ll find someone and will love him. Sometimes we don’t get chances, somethings just end. And you are left with no choice. I realize love is not a tragedy or a failure, but a gift. And you can’t define this feeling, love was never supposed to be defined. Love shows you, how to be strong. It shows you, how to appreciate yourself. Love is meant to be free.
2017 was a successful year because you are still alive and breathing.There would be a time when you hit rock bottom but you are still here after all the hardships. You should be proud of yourself for making it through. You’ve survived this year and that takes a lot of courage. You went through hell but you are here, so powerful than ever. Your pain has strengthened you. It has help you grow. You’ve learned some memorable lessons. So, you should consider this year as a success and not a failure.
Let 2018 be the year you stop blaming yourself, of the things you didn’t do.
Let this be the year, holding on to the positivity and letting go negativity. Let’s start to improve ourselves, start working up on yourself. This new year will have some blue days of it’s own.Yet, there’s so much you can do. Achieve career dreams, making memories with people you always want to be with, hitting the gym and maybe work towards the happier ‘you’. You can give yourself one good chance.
2018 is the year for self-discovery. It is the year for you to comprehend the feelings that conceal inside of you. For you to learn to love,even your wildest part. For you to grow into the future version of yourself. 2018 is the year, you strive towards healing. Let 2018 be the year you focus on yourself. May this be the year you fill yourself with only positive energy. There will be days you can’t do life. But embrace even these moments. Don’t let them flaw your zeal.
2018 is the year you put yourself on the top of your priority list.
Start believing that you are a force to be reckoned with, instead of believing that you are nothing. Start believing that your heart is so much more precious than you have ever remembered. And start believing that you, and your soul, are made to be loved. Embrace your loving, enchanting memories, and enter 2018.
I remember the day, like a movie scene, replaying on my mind. The way he entered the room full of confidence with a bag on his shoulder. I was there in that very room unaware of the moment which would change my life, forever. The moment I laid my eyes on him everything became inaudible. I just got lost in him. And in a split second I was different, the world around me was different. Everyday I entered that room wishing just to see him. It felt like the summer danced on our skin. He was the deep blue sky, the colors of wild, the reason of my smile, soothing music to my ears. And I need to thank him for reminding me what butterflies feel like.
It wasn’t like love at first sight but I felt something I never felt before. I felt sparks fly every time I saw him. Something inside of me just triggered. I didn’t knew after that day he’d be so important to me. I didn’t believe you could love someone you don’t know much about. It felt like you’re not looking for anything but then suddenly you realize; you have everything. When I first looked at him I thought he was pretty cute, but now when I look at him, I see my whole world.
We are never meant to be. We are worlds apart. But still, I fall hopelessly in love with him.In the middle of the night when everything is quiet I think of him, I think of us in a thousand ways happily together. Even if I don’t realize it, he always find his way back into my memory. I’m standing at that point where I can’t have him but I really need him.
I am desperately in love with someone who I haven’t much spoken too and haven’t seen for a while. I think it’s kinda wonderful that despite the distance between two people you never stop loving them. Even when you know that you can’t be together. There’s a weird pleasure in loving someone who doesn’t love you back.
The truth is you never truly lose someone because love is not a losing game. If your heart truly cares for someone, beats for someone then there’s no going back. The best kind of love frees you. True love cannot be lost, nor be forgotten. It always exists within you.
Love doesn’t happen at first sight. Love, like most good things, occurs when you least expect it.
Yes, he still loves her
Yes, he still cares about her.
Yes, he still thinks about her.
And yes, he knows he can’t have her.
He made one mistake that changed things.The days where the sun was shining bright his world was bleak.The pain on his chest was too heavy to breath.He was trying to remember all the feelings lost somewhere in his world of chaos.There were days when he thought about a time when they would’ve been happy with what they were,if only that one mistake was never made.
He wished if only he could turn back time to make things right.So that they could laugh and talk again the way they used too.So they could come up with new inside jokes together and create new memories.But the reality is different now.They are standing on different mountains fighting the same battle alone.
First love can never be forgotten so how could he? He keeps lying to his heart.He can’t stop the feelings that he has for her.His heart knows the truth all too well.It was never intended to be like this,the sleepless nights and restless days.Her presence still comforts him.Her smile is what makes his day.He can’t escape he can’t leave the feelings behind.
He sat on his favorite spot near the window.Where he would spend hours talking to her.This was a time when he realized the importance of moments.When he thought moments weren’t necessary until they were needed.He had nothing but this emptiness in his heart.He dwells in darkness having nothing to lose this time.He thought about ending things but that family photo hanging on the wall stopped him.
Life has its own way of working.The light shines to guide you when you least expect it.If love destroys you then it also saves you.It’s just matter of time you get to learn how to survive when you think you can’t. What’s done is done and past is past.You can’t blame yourself because it’s okay to make mistakes.It’s not how we make mistakes,but how we correct them that define us.
Moving on is difficult and when we talk about love it’s even harder.But the only way to let go and move on is to let it all flow.Let the memories cleanse you and heal you rather than haunt you.Because memories are not made to remorse.You have to get out there open up, live and learn,make mistakes, be stronger and start all over again.
Honest feelings and bad timings make the most painful combination.