heartaches

She picked something from her table and walked towards her bed. She smiled lightly and sat down slowly. “I will never meet a lot of people. I will never be able to know and understand why people act the way they do. Even if I still can’t understand them perfectly, I knew that I can relate to what they were going through. Some things will never happen, some lessons will not be learned. And some of the greatest people I met will be forever strangers to me. Yes , I will never be able to tell you the wonderful memories—if that one thing never happened to me. If it occurred differently. I will not be talking about the stars if I haven’t experience the darkest of nights. I will not be mesmerized by how the sun rises if I wasn’t awake until it comes. I will not be in love with the sunset if I wasn’t waiting for the day to end. I will not be talking about heartbreak if it doesn’t happen to me. I will not be moved by sad movies if I never felt pain. I will not be talking about deep meanings behind things if I only used my eyes for trying to realize something. I will not be here if I made a different decision. If I chose a different option.”. She looked up and gave him the thing she’s been holding. A thing he thought she will never have. A piece of paper where a date was written. The day when they met each other. The day when he had seen her alone, reading one of her favorite books. The day when he was silently listening to his favorite music. “I was starting to move forward when you saw me. And I never expected that there’s still someone who would want to be with me when I started to stand and walk. I am moving on, and so are you—from two different reasons—but it feels more precious when we decided to do it together.”
—  ma.c.a // I Remember You
Psychology claims that if two past lovers can remain just friends, it’s either they are still in love or never were.
—  Ana Stumpf
Why lovers can’t be friends.

When you break up with a person, you don’t lose just one person.
You lose a lot.
You lose a lot of things, a lot of people.
They take away the moments you spent with them.
They take away that time you put in to build that kind of life.
They take away friends -their friends whom you had started liking and some who had become good friends.
They take away those songs you used to listen when you were together.
Those lanes where you used to walk.
Those movies you watched with them. And the ones which you didn’t but were going to.
They take away the person you had become when you were with them. Your identity you had associated yourself with. You were theirs for so long- being someone else’s was a part of your identity.
They take away those small things you had saved- now you have no use of the ticket from your first movie or the gift wrappers you managed to save.
They take away those smiles you smiled when someone teased you with their name.
They take away those Facebook tags and photos and status updates which are now meaningless.
They take away those tears, because you will never cry for the same things again, not for another person.
And with all this they take themselves away making sure that you hate some of the things you loved including them.
- Ridhima Shukla

I’ll always be the one you’ll never forget...

When you hold her close

she tells she feels special

But when she looks at you

you never do

when you clutch her in your arms

she says you make her world spin

but when she hugs you back

you feel incomplete

when you kiss her

she says you make her heart flutter

but when she kisses you back

you don’t feel a thing

when you make love

she says you’re the one

and you wonder

because you don’t feel the same

everything she ever does

always falls short

and although we are miles apart

I still exist in your thoughts

Your smile’s a fake one

so is the love you pretend

No matter who you are with

I’ll always be the one

you’ll never forget

-Asha Seth

Never will I forget
the times we both shared
as we gaze the perfect sunset
sharing love and tender care.

Those cheesy late night talks,
all those slow but romantic walks.
Those long and meaningful letters
have never failed to give me shivers.

But destiny was never on our side,
and your love suddenly died.
I consoled my broken heart,
shedding tears as we part.

My heart was left astray;
I was filled with self-disdain
For you utterly walked away,
leaving me hanging and in great pain.

How could you hurt someone
after all the efforts she has done?
How could you be so heartless
to the one whose love was relentless?

You splintered my heart open,
you made me cry often.
But though you tattered me into pieces,
you’re still part of my 11:11 wishes.

HARRY IS THAT GUY THAT DANCES WITH THE LITTLE KIDS AT HIS LEGS AND ONE OR TWO BABIES IN HIS ARMS AND HE LAUGHS AS THEY IMITATE HIS WEIRD RETRAINED WIGGLING AND EVERYONE IS IN AWE OF THIS CHARMING GIANT KEEPING THEIR KIDS ENTERTAINED BUT IN RETROSPECT HARRY REALLY ENJOYS IT AND HE NOTICES A SHORTER AND DAPPER MAN SMILING OFF IN THE DISTANCE AND LATER SAID DAPPER MAN APPROACHES THE KIDS AND SAYS “sorry kids, I’m gonna borrow him for a minute, yeah?” AND THEY DANCE TOGETHER AND HARRY HAD NEVER FELT HIS HEART FLUTTER THIS MUCH IN HIS LIFE AND THIS BOY IS JUST SO ENCHANTING AND LOUIS IS JUST AS CAPTIVATED WITH HIS QUIRKY CHARM AND CHARISMA AS ANYONE THERE WOW GOODBYE EVERYONE