Have you ever had that feeling where you thought you were incapable of love? After so long, when you have made peace with that fact, something or someone appears alive to remind you that you had loved once before?
I thought I was ready to live a life so love-less, to remain in existence, but in exile at the same time. My heart and emotions constantly try to look out for love and you, maybe you will remain in the horizon; while mind and mental state tells me that you were buried a long time ago.
In a flash, I saw something that relates directly to you, and I fumble. I remain in shock. My heart rate increased, but my mind seemed to reject all evidence of your existence.
Confession: I murdered you, a year ago.
Verdict: Guilty as charged. Having to live with that guilt since that gruesome day.
Evidence: You yet remain well alive in reality. Maybe too well for me to accept.
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"Could you imagine how terrible things would be if we always told others how we felt? Life would be intolerably bearable."
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