Life was never fair, it threw me in the middle of the ocean, after the waves broke the boat of my dreams, and then I fell to the edge of the shore. I was crying out for help, hoping that the sky would be kind to me a little.
Days and months passed until the ocean returned to me the ship of wishes to take me to the island of dreams. I do not forget the feeling of those days that I lived, which were unparalleled at that time. But it was only a few months, and I wished it would not end, but the end was inevitable.
I could not believe what happened as if everything happened cinematically in a virtual reality. He had to go to the land to which he belongs ( ℳ𝒶𝓇𝓈 ) , as the American psychiatrist 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚢 said. He took his spaceship to go to his world that belongs to him
while I am in my world ( 𝒱ℯ𝓃𝓊𝓈 ), although our worlds are different, but we magically got along with each other. Every night I was staring at the stars and asking them: W𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦?
But without warning, the storm announced its arrival, throwing me into a whirlpool of questions: Where is he from me now?This is the nature of men is like rubber belts; They approaches and withdraws to there cave (𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒) because they need love and independence from time to time. But my type loved independence forever.
He left me behind, leaving a wreck that no one could repair. I never lost hope, so I hoped that nostalgia would overcome him and return to me again, but a long time passed since that, so I began to write and write until the ink in my pen almost ran out. One day, a butterfly appeared that I named her ( 𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒 ) , and it hovered around me every time I wrote to him and called him so that he might hear me, and then I realized that it was him, but only a piece of it and not a whole.
𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑠, 𝐼 𝑏𝑒𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒.
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