The love that never happens twice

Sometimes i think about all the promises we made to each other. The dreams that her eyes saw through mine and the world that we made around us. 


I think about all those wonderful words spoken and all the beautiful silent gestures shared. 


The sweet nothings and the usual nonsense fight of who loves whom the more. 


I think about all of it and wonder if she sits and makes the same promises all over again with that other guy? 


Does her fingers fit perfectly into his?


Does her eyes light up into a smile every time he crosses her mind?


I think about all of these and to tell you the truth, i know i shouldn't be , because they hurt me , they stab me and they once again kill me.


The most strangest part that i myself can't understand is, along with all these thoughts, there comes one, that rules them prominently.


" Is she happy? "


Why is it so that after getting my heart trampled , broken and torn apart , it still worries if her mornings are smiling and nights peaceful?


I didn't know my heart was capable of this.


To love the girl who broke my heart into pieces , shattered my world into dust and moved away like nothing happened. 


I wasn't aware this was possible.


That 2 months after her walking away , no girl will catch my eye.
That 2 months after her walking away , i'll still look at her picture and cry.
That 2 months after her walking away , she'll still be the one girl growing beautiful in my eyes.


I wasn't aware that this kind of love was possible in a heart as moved on as mine.


I can't say i am happy to see her happy , to tell you the truth it hurts because that's not me beside her , but to know that she's doing fine , it somehow makes me content, sort of at peace i guess.


Maybe someday i'll forget this all , but for now, i think she was that one love which never happens twice in life.