My Blue Heart-Shaped Necklace.A Story by Abeer TarekYou loved blue, didn’t you? I liked it too, and even though you didn’t give me that necklace, it reminded me of you, I always held it in palm when I missed you, I’d keep it within me, within my soul, and around my neck. You were like none of them, hell yes, hell yes you were way better, you loved me dearly and deeply, you would have done anything for me, you would have moved mountains for me but I never change and I did not deserve any of it. Most of the people I know left me for the same exact reason, I am not good enough, I didn’t give them what they wanted and I probably never will, the only thing I can do is love insanely, I can do nothing else. And loving insanely is never enough. When you used to say I’m flawless, I used to die a little inside, because I knew that someday I’d disappoint you, I knew it, I knew that I am nowhere near flawless or perfect. I know I always say you know you’re in deep love when you fall in love with someone’s flaws and that’s what you thought you did, you thought you fell in love with mine but you haven’t seen them, you have seen nothing. You think I didn’t miss you? I missed you more than lonliness missed me, and I missed you more than I missed happiness. Am I in pain? Hell yes, I’m not just in pain, I am dead, I have been dead before and I never thought I could ever die more but I know what pain is now, I know what I have been through was nothing. It’s that kind of pain that I would stare into void for hours, the kind that you wouldn’t even be able to see darkness in my eyes, the kind that you’d see emptiness, pure emptiness that is worse than darkness. Because darkness can be lighten up you know, just like how you lit them up, but emptiness cannot, void cannot. I am okay now because I cried, but I know soon I won’t be able to, I’ll miss crying again, but I will try as hard as I can to but I won’t be able to do it. I took off my blue heart shaped necklace, and my soul was taken away with it, I won’t hold it anymore, I won’t kiss it anymore and I won’t keep it within me anymore, for it holds immense pain, but my real heart is holding far more.” © 2016 Abeer TarekReviews
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Added on May 15, 2016Last Updated on May 15, 2016 AuthorAbeer TarekCairo, New Cairo, EgyptAboutI am a seventeen year old poet/writer, I have been writing since a very long time and this is what I enjoy the most, I am a non-native English speaker yet I enjoy writing in English more than my own l.. more..Writing
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