i have found almost everything ever written about love.to be true,shakespeare said "journey's end in lovers meeting".what an extra ordinary thought.personally i have not experienced anything remotelyclose to that.but i am more than willing to believe shakespeare had.i suppose i have think about love more than anyone should.im constantly amaze by it shift,alter and define our lives.it was also shakespeare who said that "love is blind"now that is something i know to be true.for some,quite inexplicably..love fades.for others, love is simply lost.but then of course,love could also be found even just for a night.and then there is another kind of love.the cruelest kind.the one that always kills its victim.it's called UNREQUITED LOVE.of that, i am an expert.most love stories are about people who falls in love with each other.but what about the rest of us?what about our stories?thoseof us who falls in love ALONE?we are the victims of the one sided affair.we are the cursed of the loved ones.we are the unloved ones.the walking wounded.the handicapped without the advantage of a parking space.~ Quoted by Sam N. Jr
{Drabble}- We sat beside each other, on the bench. This is where we met. You looked tired, dark bags appeared under your bright coloured eyes. Your elbows on your knees, leaning over with your lips against your fingers. You wouldn't look at me, like something stopped you from looking at me. Your lips pursed, I stare at you with my dark hues of orbs called eyes. You looked like you were at the brink of falling apart. You turned your head to the side, your hair falling onto your eye. You stared at me. Those bright beautiful eyes, looked deeply to the dark eyes, of a girl that was like any other girl. Dark eyes-Dark hair and a smile, so those nights you spent broken, you could be mended back again. Your lips are moving but I couldn't hear any words, I felt instantly numb to the bone. I could feel the cold tears slide down. Your forearms rests on your knees now, you are leaning over. Blocking your eyes with your bangs. avoiding any eye contact again. The words were sinking into my skin, my eyes shot open wide in shock, covering my mouth and trying not to cry. "I want to break up." You gotten up from the bench, not looking at me. Shoving your hands into your pockets of your hoodie, you walk away and leave. And this is where we part ways.