Recently , a friend of mine , in a very desperate attempt to make me move on , criticized my girl with no mercy. She said she was rude , awkward and ugly.
I don't know why , that made me cry. I cried like a child, sobbing wildly. I haven't talked with her since than.
For some reason , it felt bad.
Maybe she wasn't that beautiful , may be she wasn't the most kindest one , may be she was a little less on hospitality but whatever she was to them , was what she showed herself to be.
I knew her like nobody knew her , and trust me she was great. She still is and she always will be.
No matter what happened to us , no matter if we ended bad, it can't change the fact that she is a beautiful woman and human being.
I don't know how to put this up but when i think about her, although i feel like crying , but it gives me warmth to remember her, for all that she was , as a human. I am honored, that for more than a year , i had her heart.
Although , i am trying to learn how to live without her, i will always have my hopes that someday maybe she'll come back.
I often read and re-read her msgs.
And although i have tried my best to delete every trace of her from my life , i can't bring myself to throw away the memories.
My girl was the sassiest of all , she was sensual , funny , demanding , sometimes rude , always wanting to dominate but when it came to making me feel alive , noone could beat her to it.
She brought life into me.
I have dated other girls before her and trust me i am not the kind of person to cling onto someone who walks away, but this girl , she'll always have a part of me that will never happen again.
For now i am folding 1000 paper cranes and with each fold, i pray , please bring her back.
A girl with the most craziest beautiful eyes , once made me promise , i'll never love a girl again after her , for she never wanted to be replaced in my heart, and i guess i took that too seriously.
I don't want her back now, not just yet , i want her back when she's sure that its me she wants to grow old with.
I hope that day comes.
I'll wait.
Till than lets just wish on folded paper cranes.
I don't know why , that made me cry. I cried like a child, sobbing wildly. I haven't talked with her since than.
For some reason , it felt bad.
Maybe she wasn't that beautiful , may be she wasn't the most kindest one , may be she was a little less on hospitality but whatever she was to them , was what she showed herself to be.
I knew her like nobody knew her , and trust me she was great. She still is and she always will be.
No matter what happened to us , no matter if we ended bad, it can't change the fact that she is a beautiful woman and human being.
I don't know how to put this up but when i think about her, although i feel like crying , but it gives me warmth to remember her, for all that she was , as a human. I am honored, that for more than a year , i had her heart.
Although , i am trying to learn how to live without her, i will always have my hopes that someday maybe she'll come back.
I often read and re-read her msgs.
And although i have tried my best to delete every trace of her from my life , i can't bring myself to throw away the memories.
My girl was the sassiest of all , she was sensual , funny , demanding , sometimes rude , always wanting to dominate but when it came to making me feel alive , noone could beat her to it.
She brought life into me.
I have dated other girls before her and trust me i am not the kind of person to cling onto someone who walks away, but this girl , she'll always have a part of me that will never happen again.
For now i am folding 1000 paper cranes and with each fold, i pray , please bring her back.
A girl with the most craziest beautiful eyes , once made me promise , i'll never love a girl again after her , for she never wanted to be replaced in my heart, and i guess i took that too seriously.
I don't want her back now, not just yet , i want her back when she's sure that its me she wants to grow old with.
I hope that day comes.
I'll wait.
Till than lets just wish on folded paper cranes.
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