by Bianca Alina

My suffering stems from a love that is forbidden to bloom. I have always loved deeply, yet I have no experience of being loved in return. Please don’t tell me that one day I will meet someone who will love me wholeheartedly. You know that you have always been my one and only true love. I opened your heart to the essence of love; I penned poems for you filled with longing and passion. I loved you in spite of the distance and all the challenges we faced. We may not have met at the perfect moment, but love knows no perfect timing. It is about discovering what is meant for you and having the bravery to embrace that fire, allowing it to consume you. I would have waited an eternity for you, but you chose convenience over true love. So please, spare me the nice words. Don’t ask me if I’m all right. How could someone with a heart shattered into pieces ever be all right? You should have ended my life instead. That would have brought less pain than seeing every day how you kindle her heart with the fire I ignited in your very essence.

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