The benevolent love which often comes as remorse of past love is never easy,
Who says loving is easier?
Who says if you'll try to love again you'd be happier?
You'd again be able to feel like before again.
Love isn't easier.
You can't love again like before.
You can't give all of your heart like before.
Heartbreak is an unprecedented journey of gone love and intense desire which have dead with it.
The pursuit of love often comes as a greatest remorse if it becomes the remembrance of past love.
If it exists like a unresolved mystery which cannot be answered though deep inside all of us are familiar with the realities of love.
Love might not be scary, life might be beautiful.
But it's solicitous nature often comes as a remainder of forever.
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Whisper Of A Silent Heart: Loving And Romanticising
Poetry"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
