Musings : Love feels like...

I love her, every fibre of her being. Her laugh, her eyes, her hair and most importantly the way she whipsers my name with love. I wonder what I was thinking, why didn’t I stop her, why was I so pissed off with her, what happened? It was all a blur except the pain in her eyes. She walked further away…

It has been 7 years since then. A guy who loved you wont make you question him, you will know for sure. How true is that staement, when being with you is harmful for the both of you at the time? What about being levelheaded and realistic? Does that mean the love is not deep enough when we are not blinded by it. Why should we choose those we are blindly in love with?

Who says the butterfly are sending you the right messages? What if it is wrong, what if butterflies mean you have to stay away from the person?

Why am I trying to fall for people I am not attracted to? Why do I give chances? Why do I hold back from those I feel actual butterflies with? What am I afraid of?

Love, come here love. I want to hug her and shelter her from the world. Yet I am the one who crushed it harder than anyone else. How can you face yourself after being the biggest cause of hurt to your soulmate.

Soulmate, I use to never believe in that. How funny how you become more like the person you loved and left, you become how they wanted you to be or you become more like them in memory of them.