To be loved...

Ruqayyah Jkh

We all want to be loved in some way or the other.. Be acknowledged.. Be validated.. Be accepted.. Be recognised.. Our efforts,our feelings.. Some people are together by habits.. Some people fall apart due to monotomy.. Where does love fits in all of this.. We all have different definitions of love.. Different ways of how to be loved.. Different ways of how to love too.. Yet, love is love.. That unshakeable certitude that yes I feel those butterfly feelings for that person and no one can tell you otherwise.. This is my truth.. The only truth that matters.. We don't get to choose for whom we fall for.. Its call falling for a reason.. We don't get to be loved back either.. It's not up to us.. So we live with it, day in day out.. That someday we might love someone who does.. Or we keep burning for the same soul..

2020-02-15 13:13:51

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I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.

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