emaslife.exe

they say this all the time and i never understood .

love was supposed to be strong how could we kill it then?

i grew up yearning for the kind of love one found in between the pages of a cheesy romance book .

i grew up yearning for something real, the kind of love that enveloped me like a warm blanket on the coldest winter day .

i waited and waited for the moment when it was finally my turn to be loved . it never came .

i imagined what those late night talks , secret meetups and conversations that never happened would feel like .

i made up these scenarios, trying to fathom what it would feel like to be loved . really loved .

i waited and waited and while everyone fell in and out of love i wondered : is romance really dead ?

love used to be so full of devotion .

until love letters turned into snaps .

late night convos turned into unopened messages that would sit for days in one's inbox .

they used to burn CDs with songs that reminded them of their loved ones while we can't even say ' i love you ' out loud .

hugs in public turned into barely there glances and every day i wonder : was it us who killed that romance ? was it us who suffocated something that used to be so strong until it disintegrated and there was nothing left ?