"I love you, my Sunshine."Who knew five words could make one person forget how to breathe? Suddenly oxygen wasn't a significant purpose for me to live, instead what made my heart beat, what made me feel more alive than ever before and what made my mind to keep functioning was the words of love. Words that were spoken by a man who by no warning entered inside my heart like it was his home. Like he was meant to be there. Forever and ever. His eyes. My Brandon's beautiful gray eyes that must have hint of the mixed color of silver and blue bore into mine showing me the true definition of his words. They must be soft, caring, possessive, protective and the final emotion that has always been there. Love. So much love. Eyes of love. And what made me sink deeper into his warm and naked body was the fact that his eyes of love would always be directed to me. I owned them. They were already mine and mine alone. Suddenly I felt a desire to see his eyes, I wished to see the love in them for me.
When I was finally done with putting my messed up clothes into the machine, offcourse after getting fresh and dressed, I decided to look for Brandon. Which I still have no idea where he is. He was not in the kitchen, or in hall when I was making my way down to the basement. And the front door was also locked from inside, which means he's not out for sure.I went to check the poolside. Nope, he was not there either.Where is he? I place my both hands on either side of my hips, frowning in confusion.Then I remember...What if he is somewhere upstairs?A sly smile came to my lips. Guess, today is the day to explore the mysterious first floor.With my eyes scanning the polished wooden steps, I made my way through to stairs. My bare feets against the cold woods were giving me advantage of being as silent as I want to be.By the top of the stairs, I find myself standing at one end of a deemed corridor.The structure and the designing of the floor was similar to hallway downstairs. Same dar
She's a rainbow in the night sky, rare and incredibly beautiful. never ever lose her for any reason. She doesn’t express her feelings openly, but that doesn’t mean she’s devoid of them and so doesn’t ever do anything that might hurt her even a little bit. if you do so then i might be your worst nightmare.She enjoys the cute little fights for importance, but be sure to end them now and then because she doesn’t like them extending for days. Even if there isn’t any mistake on her part, she doesn’t mind apologizing as the relationship is more important to her than her ego. So all you have to do is forget the problems and behave normally with her again.She never lies and so she doesn’t like it when people don’t believe her. it pisses her off like anything. so please don’t do that, ever.She has high goals in life and so she may not always be able to spend time with you. you’ve got to understand this and give her space. At times when she feels low, she expects you to be there for her. so
No no no no no no no no no no no fücking NO.My eyes are wide. I feel a big punch in my heart as my legs give away and I slump to the ground.I immediately called her. I see her phone ringing on the ground beside the broken table and lamp.I crawl to pick it up, not paying heed to the glass pieces piercing into my knees and palms. She left her phone back.My mouth is open in shock as I feel something wet on my face. My shaky hand feels my cheeks.I'm crying.I'm fücking crying.I can't believe I'm crying. Don't remember the last time I cried.I look around at our empty damaged bedroom of my dream house.I have nobody. With blurry eyes I re-read her note as I open my palm to see the engagement ring and the wedding band. ______Brandon,This is my last message to you.You hurt me. You hurt me so much. I can't take it anymore. I hate you. You are a monster, you're not the Brandon I loved. You hurt me!Please visit a therapist, please Brandon... please… you are a murderer. You are a cr
Let me tell you a secret. Nobody is a strong person. We all are weak. We all are emotionally delicate. We feel hurt. We feel insecure. We need love. We need appreciation. We all break into a million pieces with heartbreak. We are born with that tender heart. So don’t feel guilty that you are a weak person. The strong people were once weak too. They were vulnerable, broken, and scared. But after they cried out their tears and screamed out their anger inside, they changed. They tried to become strong. And they faked it until they finally became strong for real. Why they faked it? Because mind is a tricky beast. If you keep telling yourself how weak you are, your brain will make you feel weaker and weaker. Self-pity drowns you. And nobody cares. Accept reality. This is a nasty world of nasty people. Either get strong or get ready to be slaughtered. It's a simple choice.But how to become strong? Accept your weakness, embrace your fears, and hug your dreams. Have an honest conversation wi
"You are bratt??" Lauren whispered the name they are scared of the most. They hated the most also. For ruining their lives."Yes, I'm the person who is responsible for Claire's accident, her pain and her misery. I'm the reason." He confessed his crime which he has done unknowingly. But still he blamed himself."Why are you telling this to us, now?? You could have easily hidden it." Mathew said this getting up from his position. They are still afraid of him but also know that he won't hurt them."It would have been easy for us to blame someone else, why do you need to tell this to us? Does Claire know this too?" Lauren said to him angrily. She can't even imagine the pain Claire felt if she ever comes to know about it ever. How would she handle it? The man she loved the most has given her the worst pain and ruined her life. Thinking about her Lauren got scared and worried for her daughter. With pitiful eyes she looked towards Brandon to know if Claire knew about it or not. Brandon sh
Most of us have been through that road of “what if”. we sit through the night, one day and stare into the walls wondering if we could have fixed it. if there was just the slightest, the tiniest of chances available – to save what fell apart. but you know what? there’s nothing you can do about it anymore.All you can do is learn your lesson. there’s no point wishing you had done differently. the past is the past. let go. life happens and life falls apart. we all have had our share of mistakes that can’t be undone anymore. it hurts, agreed. a lot, perhaps. because what are we if not the regrets of what is lost?it stays with you, you know? the idea of an alternative ending. maybe an apology could have saved it. maybe some patience could have resulted in you ending up in their arms. maybe a confession or a thank you, maybe a sentence not said — maybe and so many of them — it stays with you. it haunts you at random intervals.but there is actually nothing you can do about it. we have to
A sensitive person at heart becomes more complicated with years and tears. You start off as a very simple person. You are good at heart, and it shows. It shows in your words and actions. But with time, your soul keeps gathering the scars for being good. Your heart starts getting heavier from the lies and betrayals. You get tired of getting used by people. So you feel confused now. Is there something wrong with me? Why do people treat me like shit? Should I change myself? Am I being too soft, too pure? When you try to change, you fail to become a more emotionally strong person, a more selfish person. You always go back to being your real self, your nice self. And that purity is admirable, yes. But eventually, you give up on being real. You start to hide your sensitive side. You don’t want people to use you or take you for granted. You don’t want people to make fun of you for feeling so much and feeling so purely. So you try extra hard to appear more strong, at times even heartless and