Unsaid words to my Beloved.

 Hey there! Today I wish to write about all the things gone unsaid in my Samsung notes waiting to be let out. I call it unsaid words to my beloved. I, like most humans, struggle with self-expression but hey... I have this blog. And today I am going to dump all of it here. There it goes--

  • Hearing a hello from you is like a beautiful happy ending to a very sad movie.
  • I waited for a long time for your love and now I know nothing is impossible. And if anyone suggests otherwise Love, then they don't know the power of Love.
  • You are the person I think of when I watch a sunset.
  • You are my home and I will keep returning to you after a long tiring day.
  • I am with them and yet I feel alone. I am at the right place only when I am with you.
  • I don't know how to tell you how much I have destroyed myself for your memory to survive.
  • I can be anywhere in this world and still be homesick for your arms.
  • Isn't it beautiful what we have or what I have for you? I love you to a point it breaks me... as if I don't know any words except your name. 
  • It is taking a lifetime to get over you.
  • I get to love you and that has been the meaning of my existence.
You can keep this list going... 

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  1. Anonymous18 September 2022 at 01:01

    u explained what I couldn’t explain… beautifully writtenđź’—

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    1. The AR9 October 2022 at 20:44

      Thank you. I hope everyone finds courage to love

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