I’m not the first one you’re saying this ‘I Love You’ to. Right?
You are the last one.
This shows how malleable your feelings are.
I might have said this to many but you’re the second one I feel it for. Everyone else who came in, never mattered.
Come on… This is not how love works. Love happens just once. Either you didn’t love him or you don’t love me. Tell me?
Just because I’m with you and to console you, I won’t say it was never with him. I felt it with him too. But if you tell me that it happens just once, I’ll say it’s with you. It is. And I feel like I’ll never fall in love again. Never!
Well, let’s see who leaves first.
A little part of what we had. A little piece of the heart I gave to you. A little part of the most beautiful relationship. A little part of the lost feeling of love. A little part of us. A little part of you and a little part of me.
Happy Birthday Love!
I wish I could call you and wish you a happy birthday but chuchu(dare anyone laugh at this) this would’ve been contradictory. I mean my voice and a happy birthday? Your day will turn worse. And I really want your day to be spent well.
So, you’re 25 now. Did she wish you yet? Wait! Are you even reading this on 17th August? I don’t think you’ll read my blog on your birthday. If you ever do, make an anonymous comment about how I look in this picture and I’ll know it’s you.
P.S– I still hope to never see you again.