Those songs you shared me were definitely stood as the witness of our love.
They brought back the environment where you and I lived in our lil' balloon.
Every song was engraved by your name.
Each part of the songs gives me the special feeling of you.
No matter how many times I have heard, but doesn't fade away the way you made me feel it.

Thought you were my sculpture. But, still can't recognize that you are an abandoned stone.

Caring you was my routine habit.
Sad ...that it is in the past tense.

I used to love the things you used to love,
I used to stan people you were fond of,
I used to feel the things for you even you aren't aware of,
I used to keep an extra one whatever you are in need of,
I used to keep away the moments that you are afraid of by keeping you busy in my nonsense blabbering,
I used to love seeing you experience new things that you love to,
I used to shield you from the scary thoughts of leaving you,
I didn't even gave you the thought of leaving me.
But now, all the things have changed.
Just, lost in the
Hope.
Of.
Making.
You.
Mine.

I took a seat on your side.
The breeze has made a virtue for grazing you, and I'm a sin that is being wasted, yet I feel I'm eternal.
Your hair lengths piercing my sleepy eyes giving away your scent.
Watching your eyelashes flap open and close ignites my heart.
My body beneath feels divine for the minute your arm grazes mine.
This road feels like an aisle welcoming you and me.
The dome shaped forms a flowery path protecting us.
Echoes of the people surrounded sing the wedding song.
The rain began to patter blessing us on the behalf of god.

My love for you is not gone ...it was just closed for the time-being ....Just expecting a little hope that may bloom anytime.

Nothing hits hard....pre or post heartbreak.
But the duration of realization...

A boy said :
Only my phone keyboard knows the msgs I backspaced.
A man said :
Only my heart knows the feelings I backspaced.
And he shattered into tears falling into her dead arms biding farewell.

Yet there are some pieces left behind. He uprooted my feelings at the very beginning, leaving the pain that lingers. Here I'm coping to get close to him and trying to reconcile. No signs of affection. But I can neither leave nor stay. I'm bashed out by experiencing the same pain physically but not mentally. I love him devastedly. He ruined my little things whilst I gave him the power to take my everything. He claimed my property but not my heart. Our marriage went beautifully disastrous.

You are not ready to burrow any of the love that in turn hurts you a lot. So, gather your feelings and put in a box remember don't let them emit through you. There you find peace.

Deep down my heart is melting like a cheese when a hot knife put on.
Missing you with most sacred feelings holding back the weeping of my pupils.
Hating you was never my thing ever.
Studies. Made a hard choice.
Distance is a terrible thing.
Vacating from the imagination can't let me feel your presence.
Can't tell my little brain to stop this feed of nonstop thoughts of yours.
When can I again have your gaze on me?
When can I put my heart on yours while sleeping?
Missing wasn't my thing until you came.

Then: No can replace you.
Now: Someone should replace you.

EXPERIENCE teaches us alot.
We gain the SICKLE.
S - Speed
I - Interest
C - Confidence
K - Knowledge
L- Language
E - Emotions .
They are all bound to be together while experiencing.

The silence during our conversation is not known to be 'an awkward silence', but it includes the bunch of hums produced by our hearts when we are together.

Her POV:  I wanted him to ask me if something had happened when he saw me crying. But he remained silent.

His POV: I wanted her to explain when she feels comfortable, otherwise I wanted her to erase those thoughts from her mind and make it easier.

She didn't explain. He didn't ask.
Somewhere, their friendship flew away.

I realized myself staring at you. I, myself, liked the way I used admire you. I liked the way that I used to outline your features with my eyes even you are not aware how beautiful you are in your own way. I didn't know until, when I read in the novels that features can be mattered too. My eyes used to be glistening worried about our future. Apart. I hoped those moments would be cherished forever.

Well..... Sad but true.
Lies take the first priority in love.

People who laugh their hearts out are permitted to stalk by. They give us the longest energy bar. Their eyes give the sparkle which everyone need in their life each and every moment. No matter how bad their character reveals,their smile is good enough to make someone reassuring that their life is also too good to feel happy with whatever they had up to. They make us feel that we are worth too.

Sometimes we don't like missing someone.
The thing is we don't want them being our memory. But still, we miss them somewhere.

Attraction. Crush. Known. Stranger.

Sharing stares is good, but letting them know that I love to, is unbelievably good.

It is a strange feeling, when someone sees you randomly and they instantaneously look at you one more time.

You may try to hide yourself in the shell of  "Inexpressiveness". But you may not notice that I have already aborted your mission.

Yeah. I know something is dragging me to you.
It's not just your features, not your handsomeness, not your naughtiness.
It's the pain you've been facing.
The pain is dragging me to you.
The pain I am aware of.
The pain that took me myself.
The pain from the past.
The pain which might also drag into my future.
The pain that I have fought with.

In the beginning, I thought my feelings were over. But when I spoke to her after few days, partially....somewhere I came to know that it's just a period of time that kept her away from me. I still experience the every ounce of second of moments that kept crawling into my heart and mind. She's still every where, where I kept being busy-bee.
I lost my feelings. Now, she held them.
I lost my trust. Now, she held it.
Somewhere, we were in love.

Music is the knot that ties between our imaginations and the person.
Ties may be knotted at your worst and your happiest too.

You aren't my time pass, but I let my time pass only for you.

It is hard not to feel your presence.
I need your vibe to fulfill my heart.
I always wanted to play with you by my actions where you always reply me with your half sentence.
But I can't wait to listen in your words.
I even can't have a conversation without biting my lip to cover my smile.

We've got our situation to "Those days were ours". Lost my connection with you already but pretending that you are paying attention to me is what scaring me. I'm really not at all ready to express my feelings to you anymore. I'M LITERALLY TIRED. I'm not going to let me be the fool again.

The longing she wanted, the togetherness he wanted and both their dreams came true at a mere graveyard.

I just wanna travel with you atleast for one day,
Holding into your arms,
Leaning on your shoulder,
Experiencing the sweetness of the moments,
Holding the heaviness of joy in my heart,
The urge to feel your presence is irreplaceable,
I know that hugging is not your cup of tea but next time, I can't let you go away from me.

Just like a fossil fuel, our friendship had undergone.

Cravings be like:
Feel
Presence
Patience
Sight
Touch
Remain.

Just aching my heart you being back the same once you used to be.
Feeling so hard that I'm helping myself out from the obviousness.
Strangling between the past imagination and the present reality.
Laying my eyes at distance reminds me of lying to you with my deceiving eyes on you while stepping into the acquaintance of love together.

When you are extremely sad and you suddenly find the key for your happiness, you might not feel happy at the very instant but, for the next second you will break into tears and vent out your entire sorrow.

You know what, waiting is a precious one.
Waiting worth only few people who doesn't just parrotout feelings.
Few go deep into people, search for their presence, and they truly miss them.

You said that you needed time..but i don't wanna give you even that time.  I just can't wait to hold you in my hands

I think "Weak" has 2 sections
1. Happy weak
2. Sad weak
Happy weak is mentally dedicating yourself to someone and allowing them to get control of yourself.
Sad weak is making a strong disclosure of weakening yourself

His nerves in eyes are constricted making them the red sea, eyeing everything that is happening to her. Not much liked to invovled in the situations, as well not much liked to isolate her with the heart wreaking moments, both reluctant to stay and reluctant to leave.
Still he cares about her but trying to make an artificial "don't bother" program work.

I've got to a point where my realization becoming decay of 'you'll change" fruit. Dreaming, you changed for me, always became a nightmare haunting in the daylight too. But still, I've loved you and still love you. And I hate this, even though the truth is still hitting me like a beautiful meteorite. I've given you my everything and I still wish you didn't meet me. Been years. My thoughts of you became like semi-dried leaves. Breaking my heart into pieces as well as holding onto our past.

He  : I can see my my world in your eyes .
She : I can too, but only when I'm looking into someone's eyes.

Each of my eyes are simply veiled in the golden sight of you.

You are only the needle that pricked my heart. But I'll never let you know the swords that were being inside me. Still holding them.

Your touch flickered like a butterfly wing.
As wide as an ocean current.
As light as feather.
As smooth as the cool breeze.
As steady as the nature.
As acoustic as a bird song.
As flawless as the fire.
Floating in my eyes like the eyefloaters in the sky.

There were times that blamed me for leaving you alone. Sometimes they make me realize that you are valuable too. You are selfish too. You are trustworthy too. You are manageable too. You are destructive too. You are counted too. You are YOU which made my past forgotten TOO.