Stories Evanescence 11:17 AM Evanescence You left as quickly as you came. I remember you. You were the one who vanished into thin air a long time ago. I should not be surprised. This is not the first time. Maybe somewhere inside me, I was hoping you'd make it up this time. I believed in you so much I expected a change. I thought you became the person I was wishing you to be. I was wrong. Very wrong. Because you, you vanished into thin air again. Hey, did you find this post helpful or entertaining? Please go ahead and share. Share buttons on the left and at the bottom of the article. Big thanks! Subscribe to About Life And Love by Email
Stories Forgotten 10:29 PM Forgotten Have you forgotten your promise that you will never leave? Have you forgotten the magic that we have once believed? Have you forgotten the things you told me that day? Have you forgotten the songs you sang, and the things that they say? Have you forgotten you swore that you won't let me go? Have you forgotten our love long time ago? Hey, did you find this post helpful or entertaining? Please go ahead and share. Share buttons on the left and at the bottom of the article. Big thanks! Subscribe to About Life And Love by Email
Stories My Mornings When You Left 7:49 PM My Mornings When You Left I had a dream. A man lied beside me. He whispered, "Forget him, I'm here." But when I opened my eyes, I only saw your face. I broke down. I called out your name again and again begging you to come back. I woke up with a stabbing pain in my chest. I was running out of breath again. I got up, stared blankly out the window, and felt hot tears running down my cheeks. It was dawn. It was still and quiet. I felt the cool breeze on my skin and longed for your warm embrace all the more. The empty hole in my heart since you left seems to be growing wider and wider by the minute. I started wondering where you were at that moment. Were you still soundly sleeping? Or like me, were you also up early and felt the same loneliness? Another day started. Another ruthless, insensitive day. Everyone will soon start rushing about and getting on with their lives. And I will be here, trying to live and make sense of the world without you. Trying to put up a brave face for the world to see. Trying to fake a smile despite the pain. Trying to act as normally as I can in a world so familiar yet so strange without you in it. I feel so vulnerable without you beside me. Like a child lost in a huge crowd in a strange place. All I can do is keep myself occupied so I can stop thinking about you, and that horrible nightmare; do normal things like normal people do, but dreading sleep. Most of all, dreading another morning without you.
