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She loved playing

In our lives, "thoughts" are the murderers and "what if" is it's knife.

I trusted you a lot,

And just like that, I was willing to give up everything for him: my love for art, my love for elegance and honesty, everything I ever wish to become. Everything. I shouldn't have.

I expected things from him, not too much but I did. He slowly made me realize that I shouldn't, not anymore not ever.

He wronged me in so many ways and gave millions of reasons to hate him, yet my heart skips beats when he flashes through my mind.

Hatred and grief binds people like nothing else.

Thought he loved me, so I flew higher and higher but at last found out my soulmate was a liar.

We don't accept everyone's flaws and continue loving them, but when we do it means that person is our soulmate.