sábado, 10 de outubro de 2015

love is the deepest colour in my heart that burns in sorrow

So I wrote a love letter (really old school, romantic, emotional) to someone I am in love with for almost an year. I gave him in hands a month ago he said he would think about it and see how he really feels, needless to say I am still waiting for the answer...but getting no answer is also a answer.
It really hurts when you develop such wonderful feelings for someone, when that someone completelly settles in your heart, mind and soul, when it is like that someone brought magic to your life, the connection you made seemed so strong and real, you imagined all the places you could go with that person, everywhere you are you whish that person would be there with you, you wish everyone you are with would be that person, the world seems to stop and everything is all right when that person is near. It is the first person you think of when you wake up and the last you think when you fall asleep.
When that person is not around you feel empty and break into tears, you try to find someone else but you can't substitute someone who you are this crazy in love with, it frustrates you someone else not being THAT someone.
When someone you felt this strong with rejects you and ignores you you really have a breakdown, you realize none of your day dreams will come true, it was all in your imagination altough the feelings were true and strong. You wish with all your forces that someone looked at you the same way, you refuse to let it go, you want nobody else, and the only way to cope with this sadness is cry your eyes out, you know someday not for away you will be healed but while it lasts it hurts, it hurts like hell. Sometimes we just fall in the idea of being in love, sometimes it is all an ilusion of what we want that person to be, what we imagined.
Either ways this was not the first time I fell in love, and once again lead me to a dead end, the thing is this time I really spoke my heart out, that person knows about it, which means I am improving at least. This is a much darker and sadder kind of love. It’s the love one feels when one loves someone he or she can never and will never have.It’s the kind of love that doesn’t signal the beginning of something beautiful, but rather the end of something that might have been beautiful, but will never amount to anything more than what it is.You wait in hopes that new love can take the place of the old — which it probably can in theory. But that doesn’t mean you will ever stop loving that person. Some people will love each other or only love someone without being loved back until the day they die, spending the majority of their lives apart. And so is the darker side of love.

Truth is I never wanted to get over you or let you go but I know it's over and it never really began but in my heart it was so real!

Love is natural and real but not for such as you and I
"Don't love deeply, till you make sure that the other part loves you with the same depth, because the depth of your love today is the depth of your sorrow tomorrow"

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