Today. It was not a Fairytale.

Love did not die. When I first realized that I have an unbendable feeling for you breeding inside me, I kept on digging it, to know that it actually exists and that I am not getting bluffed by my own racing heartbeats. I did not get carried away by your charisma. I fell for you because I could see a reflection of my life in your eyes, shining. There was and is only one “you.”

Loving you was never easy. I fought myself, convinced myself, that my love for you will never diminish. I will always love you. With that, I can never deny your love for me too. You loved me more than I ever thought you would. You wanted me more than anyone ever did. You could never afford to let go of me.

But, somewhere down the line came a point when I no longer could afford to hold on to you. I could not feel the happy heartbeats any more. I only heard thumping of hollow muscles. I no longer saw my life glistening in your eyes. I could no longer look over the smallest flaws of yours that made my heart ache. Above all, I could not feel the joy of being with you; appreciate any of your attempts to make things look perfect; acknowledge your desire to stay together. I had nothing more to offer you, not even my existence in your life.

Love did not die. But, I lost it somewhere in the motion of sending it to you. I let go of you. Maybe there will not be a single day when I will be happy without you. Maybe the accident called “love” will never happen to me again. But, I had to pull the chain because the unhappiness of mine would eventually destroy you. In love. Maybe I will regret calling it off. But, if I start to count regrets I will run out of time and fade away with it.

Regret: I allowed you in my life and let you love me. I wish I did not. I wish you did not love me.

Now, I will live without you. Please, you do too.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

This is a beautiful, painfully sacred whisper of life, of love, of everything the soul longs for on earth. Love that is worth every struggle, every storm, yet sometimes it wanders off into the distant places and we can no longer reach it. This makes me ache deeply.

[Fahmida Mehreen]

Totally in agreement with what you said. When true love fades away, we are only left with an aching heart. And, in such desperate times it is better to let go and to live on. Or else, the end only looms over.

Thank you for reading. :)

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you for sharing. Perhaps I relate too well.

[Ghalib Bakhtiar]

"Love did not die. But, I lost it somewhere in the motion of sending it to you."
Would you believe me when the opposite takes place too? The broken heart that cannot bear to inflict the same injury can even feign to transmit love, until it morphs and morphs into a monument beyond the sculptor's own recognition.

This is a chapter in your life journal. Your characters. Your narrative. But the story you write is one of many that involves you, and most are not written by you.

[William Liston]

This is so emotional...I really enjoyed reading it. Needless to say, love can be difficult at times (to say the least), and I think the sentence "Love did not die, but I lost it somewhere in the motion of sending it to you" really describes how it feels when two people "fall out of love." This read like a prose poem. Nice work.

-William Liston

[Fahmida Mehreen]

Thanks a lot, William. I am flattered that you liked it. As you said, love can be difficult at times. And it eventually goes astray.

Keep reading. :)

[TheRaven]

Common theme of many of my reviews: I will point out what seems cliche and done quite a bit. This is a topic that many have treaded. The words are true, the words are you, it's good to air them out. Do you want them to be memorable? If the answer is yes, then you'll want to take on a larger story of considerable size. Characters with depth, situations reflecting upon human interactions in the real world, and authentic dialogue. Hell, you could write this in this fashion as well but keep in mind the mannerisms of the character writing it to keep it unique. As it stands, this feels more like a personal diary entry than an actual story. It definitely captures the concept of a love gone cold. We fall out of love, and either we stay around and remain miserable or move on. Though, there's another side to that coin. Sometimes things aren't so easy as falling out of love, there are moments where love and a relationship is difficult and we decide to take a way out. It's easy, it's quick, we can go on to the next love. But, all relationships can find that 'stale' feeling. Working a way through it in togetherness can reap a great reward. Or, it may just be the time is up and the connection is gone. The title is strong, and the message is relatable. The content just leaves something to be desired; for me, at least.

[Fahmida Mehreen]

Thank you for sharing your opinions. I'll keep it in mind when writing something of similar sort next time. This, as you mentioned, was intended to be recorded as a journal; a record of a realization.

[Romel Fernandez]

"Love did not die, but I listing somewhere in the motion of sending it to you."
Great line, really touching deeply on the complexities of unrequited love.

[Fahmida Mehreen]

Undying love.
Glad that you liked it.

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Life goes on. Love is born. It wilts, fades and dies.

Neat.

[Fahmida Mehreen]

I appreciate your perspective on this.
Thank you for the review.

[Hannah Grace]

this was very emotional. That is why it got me to begin with. Good job.

[Fahmida Mehreen]

Thank you for the review. :)

[Unknown Poet]

Very emotional... Its very true
We find special person in crowo..
Thank you for sharing beautiful piece

[Fahmida Mehreen]

Thank you for taking out some time of yours to read this and to review it.

[Unknown Poet]

You are very welcome

[Ardra]

so true... love happens then some point of time, we fall out of it... not knowing why at a point when that special person was our world and now it seems distant... the connection lost ... maybe for a better one ... or maybe not... we will never understand how it works... :) good creation... i guess everyone can connect to it from their own experiences...

[Fahmida Mehreen]

Some love is like lost battle.
Thanks for the review.

[Weeping willow]

Love the emotions flowing through this write,as sometimes love pulls away leaving a space,where only a void remains. It is a bit sad,I guess that's why I can relate to your wonderful poem;-]

[Fahmida Mehreen]

Happy that you could related. Losing such love is almost like experiencing death.