There was a time when the skies were tangerine; the wine sweet, the smile warm, and the hearts caught in between. There was no fear in the world, or perhaps that was the illusion I had surrounded myself with. Insecurities were a thing of the past, tears never even surfaced on the cheeks, and there were smiles. Oh! Lots of smiles.
And then everything went to shit. Billowing clouds marked the horizon, shrouding the tangerine sun in its arms. The wine grew bitter, the smile got forced, and the heart ached and cried. It sucks to go through a heartbreak. It kills to go through a heartbreak again and again. And before you know it, you see it- the death of a hopeless romantic.
You hate the world for all its fairy tales and glossed up movies. You hate the stars you once gazed at, the beaches you walked barefoot on, and even the god... because why the hell not? The world without love is a soulless place, each sense, each smell, triggering memories you wish to forget who are out to suck your soul dry. Soon that illusion shatters and you realise the harsh truth- true love is lying there in the corner, cold, murdered. Sunken by the weight of modern love and butchered by acts of disloyalty.
So you're afraid to try again. And so you are afraid.....
Every smile has a sad tale underneath. Every tear sings a story of hurt.♥️
~Riya Singh
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