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The deepest regret, is knowing you could've done something, but out of fear refused to.
Excerpt from the book I’ll never write
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i. It's not about how you look like every morning after you woke up in bed. It is not about your breath, or your messy hair that always fits your sexy look. It is not about how you cook pancakes, bacons and eggs. It's just about your personality that caught me in. ii. It's not about how you dress, on how you pick your clothes for that day. It is not about your smile that shows your perfect set of teeth and deep dimples that loves to show off. It is not about how you fix your hair. It is not about how you fit your shoes. It's just simply about your soul that reflects through your tantalizing eyes. iii. It's not about your intelligence, on how you solve problems and how you speak. It is not about your attitude that just shoved those flirty girls around you. It's not about your trick to make other people smile. It's not how you obey your sister. It's just about your pure heart that shows every good things about you. iv. It's not about your chinky eyes, perfect nose, sexy lips, and that deep dimples. It is not about your hair, your hands that perfectly fits mine. It's not about your silliness, you being serious sometimes, and the perfect things about you. It is just about your love for all the things that are close to your heart.
You are just simply perfect for who you are.
Why
Why is it that I was once the little child whom everyone had told had "so much love"? So much love, to love strangers, family, friends, enemies, celebrities, authors? So much love for music, poetry, books, art, dancing, school, writing, laughing? What happened to me? I was once the little girl whom was filled with love, how did I become so angry and empty? I think it started when I realized that not all the things and people I have loved not always loved me. That my father, whom I believed loved me but just couldn't pull himself out of his own addiction, still adored his little "Sweet Pea". I believe it started when I watched my father beat and often try to murder my mother whom only loved him with everything she ever had besides her kids. We always came first. I believe it started when I realized, you put so much love into this world with the thought that all will be returned. I think we need to brace ourselves to the fact that we, whom are passionate and give love to all those who may not be all deserving, will stand upon it with their dirty shoes as they stare you in the eye. So do not love with all you have because who is going to love you when you can't even love yourself?~ Riley Sky
My universe was fully functioning until the words ‘I’ve never loved you’ slipped off of your tongue, so sharp and consistent, you didn’t even stutter. Maybe it was all a sick twisted game to you. I couldn’t breathe, and I still can’t breathe when I remember it. It was not what you said that stole the air from my lungs, it was looking in your eyes, that were the color of confusion and sin, they reminded me of stained glass, you could see out, but I couldn’t look in. I could feel the aggression eating away the voice in my throat, I try and speak to you but the only thing that escaped from my mouth were cracked and broken sounds that couldn’t express how frustrated I was because you turned me into another one of your sad tragedies. All those unspoken words ruined me. By now I should have learnt how to bear with the pain of my bruised and bashed heart, because what was I expecting from someone as lonely and broken as you?
- Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #3
Maybe
I wouldn’t wish the kind of pain I went through because of what you did to anyone, not even you. But maybe you need to cry yourself to sleep every night for two weeks so you can understand why I can’t look at you in the eyes. Maybe you need to wake up with sticky eyes and shaking hands and a voice in your head that says “you were never good enough". Maybe you need to find yourself breaking down when someone asks you to describe what a broken heart is, and the first thing that pops on your mind is her name and the sound of her voice saying “I’ve never loved you.”
Maybe you need to lose yourself in the wave of guilty that “maybe I’m overreacting, maybe this is all on my head". Maybe you need to start questioning everything everyone says to you because they might be lying too. Maybe you need to attach your self-worth to how much that person talks to you and when she doesn’t talk to you, you will start wondering if maybe it’s because you’re too twisted for anyone to love you. Maybe you need to give every piece of your heart to someone who only gives you back broken glass. Or maybe you already have and that’s why you fucked me up so bad.
- Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #2
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