But you can't just express your love for me by reciting the three words of affection.
Loving me is like walking at the bottom of the sea, and later, willingly drowning yourself into the pain.
Loving me is like going up in the sky, and shining bright like a star,
only to find your ashes scattered into the blue sky after the dawn breaks in.
Loving me is like knowing you'll never last long,
but yet, you'll accept all that you're for.
Loving me is like being strong, and yet having a gentle soul.
Because at last,
loving me is not easy.
Not at all, my love.
Not at all.
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The Untold Stories.
Short Story// The Untold Stories. \\ " We're about the books we read, and the poems we love." - Kritika Banerjee. A collection of paragraphs, nanotales, poetry and thoughts from my journey. Highest Rank - #78 in short stories on 29/6/17 ...
