Some throwbacks are hard.
Did you leave just like that?
Don't know but just determined to keep that sadness in me just like the love that I had treasured for you.

"You are the only one I've told this" gives the best feeling ever.

Still missing you even I'm not willing to get back to you.

Know how to save an argument, but not how to get saved from an argument.

Ignoring is ignorable....But to the closest, it is arduous.

Some hearts bleed what they ****!

Despite the dark future coming up, I forsee my future that is, a way peaceful behind the blinds. Not expecting but hoping right there. Swindling my own thoughts, I crave the longest path to the eternity that includes you.

It's not that you deserve everyone in a phase of friendship. There ought to be opportunities, adjustments, emotions, understandings, trust and patience.
Don't try to find them in everyone you are acquainted with and if you are, there won't be any halt.
So, pick the only ones who never try to prove themselves in front of you.

Dear oppa,
Falling for you is like a thunderstorm.
Brighter you lit, harder I fall for u.

Had a couple of chitchats. He expressed his dissatisfaction with her habit of sharing everything she had in her mind and heart with him. She said, "Whenever I conceal the pain in my heart, he dislikes it. Similarly, I dislike the sadness in his heart. So to prevent his aversion, I'm not going to let any sorrows into my heart and make hard to him."
"She is the best thing that ever happened in my life." he said with moist eyes. Once again, We were filled with a smile from the bottom of our hearts.

Teen? Just hard to hold feelings.
Adulthood, hits wholly different where you can't even figure out own feelings and hardwork you made through out your day. The effort we make on our work gets us a delay feeling which is not true. No more time to play with the stones we used to play for fun. Loneliness shows us a great taste even we are in a bunch. Heart feels the confusion phase.
Mental health?......Nah! You can understand dear.

He flashed into my life like a torch, flickering with moments of both sweetest and crumpled. Love of the life can't be the one that we should be aware of. What if he was both monstrous and generous? People could call me overcautious. Slipping into my path of thrones could make people taste his bitterness spreading into my entire life. But, no. They don't ever wanna poke his eye because he shields himself with his artificial "gentleman" mask.

I'm hating it again and again. I'm tired of being the third wheel. I'm clearly allowing myself to hurt again and again. I'm not gaining anything from it. Instead losing all my self respect coz I'm the one who approached and I'm the self reason for this hurting. I'm not hating anyone but i hate the situations throwing me into such a path which really doesn't need me. Telling this to anyone doesn't make a difference.
And I don't mean anything to anyone in this path.

As I am present here, captivating the vision of your eyes that are drowned in the ocean of emotions.
Seeking your hearthrob, my heart began to untangle from the roots, making the space for the bridge that is going to pierce into two.
I curse the moments sowed in this present which are trying to make a path that makes you sorrow hurt you worse.
Not to mention, I found you cute when you were so confused.
I waited for the moment to dry up the ocean and finally to look for your eyes that find mine.
The sudden readjustment in your pupil took my breath away.
My insides celebrated with fireworks but in the same way, it's been a firebomb disaster when you looked away.
I am definitely going to miss these moments that speak about "us," because my short journey is going to end and it is time to get down from this bus.
The only thing I can do for you is to tell
you to be happy by making a 90° angle by
the thumb and index finger and bring it
back down behind my smiling lips.
I think my heart reached the target as there is that sudden cute expression of confusion that spreaded across your face.
As a stamp of your memory, my eyes were gifted with the corner-lifting of your
lips when you confirmed that I am out of your sight.
And that's an end of our moment, your memory, you in my life engraved in my heart.

Eventually you grow into a new version of you, when the old you had a bloodsucking experience.

After the evening we met, My eyes were lensing into the woods while traveling back home. Missing the memories we had spent the entire summer on the only ground where we are now apart. Tears splattering through my eyes and wetting my hair strands. My face nerves punishing barely that it can't even sense the tears. Moments illuminating each and every second. Autumn leaves grieving to find you in me. Nose paralyzed with the blood flushing out. Breeze caressing the situation isolating me. Many things were done by you which doesn't even witness.
There you are.
In my habits. In my senses.
In my heart. In my memories.

Sometimes you can't disagree something and you can't agree with something in case of your loved ones. You can't disagree with them because they said that they have other people making them happy so that they want us to believe that they are happy there. You can't agree with them because once upon a time  you were the only one in that place making them happy and that, makes you feel miserable.

Do you really think that I'm an unsolved puzzle piece in your life?.
You know what, I can mold myself to become a part of your life.
Adjusting each and every centimeter long of my thought involves you.
No matter how my life turns into, but I will be here for you every second.
My mistake always reaches into my diary whenever I thought I'd hurt you.
I find myself guilty even if it is you, who should be the one to be guilty. Symbolizing I'm always a part of you.
I make situations to be in my favor whenever you wanted something, so that I solely can do it without bothering you, for you.
I can't bring myself a day leaving you.
Yet, I am an unsolved puzzle.

The feelings arousing between us are the chains of currents that are melting into one another with an intensity of pleasure, reaching the peak point of the sea, spreading like the peacock feathers giving a whole view of sea currents in the pattern of flower-petal base surface.

Somehow got in a causal talk to hide my nervousness, wanted to speak and cut off the silence in this very dark kissed sun that is going to rise, beneath the heat of the ground and the sea waves, finally breaking, "Heard that the line that separates the day and night is called as terminator line also, the grey line."
She chuckles, "Wow, that's knowledgeable and why so specific now?" still kept her eyes closed, feeling the breeze by touching the sand that we are lying on. I knew that I needed to say this before I could leave this opportunity and I immediately pushed my adrenaline to it ,"Now open your eyes to your mid-length and watch what you see."
She gasps in and for seconds she does it .Watch.
I can see the shine that seeps into her eyes, glistening the sunlight rising up the huge orange ball of heat and I finally spoke, "And it's my long time wish that I should experience this with you and here we are."
She was in shock for a couple of seconds and she began to readjust herself for a few seconds. I wanted to give her the happiness she deserves. She needs reassurance. Not only from me, but also from and for herself.
"I wanted you to cross that line for yourself and believe that ,You deserve to see the light that you are afraid to see without any hesitation thinking that it might burn you from the deep. YOU deserve the light that helps you grow stronger". I paused for a moment and spoke again "You also deserve the night that looks beautiful under this only line." She is paralyzed for a sec and I continued, "Since promises don't work for me, I can't promise you...." she shut her teary eyes and opened immediately when I began to complete the sentence. "But I can assure you that I'll be right there for you from now on no matter what." She threw her arms around me, completely feeling the shield around my military uniform. The eyes spoke, shedding the tears, for the first 2 years. For me. For her. For her future that is going to be incredible that I'm looking forward to.

I had this notion you might be right there when I turn around. And there you are already looking at me. My insides cried out. Screaming a loud. Gasped instantly. My breathe got choked. I turned back in return. Biting my lips, I suppressed my smile.

You came like a Tornado.
Grabbing all my :
Feelings,
Senses,
Thoughts,
Memories,
Soul.

A breath-taking look triggered a high peak pulse,
Touch made a spine-chilling strike straight deep into my back,
Made my lips pin to the corners,
Helped my pupil to get enlarged,
Served myself stick to you,
Welcomed butterfly swirls into my tummy,
Allowed to make creepy grins secretly,
Ruined the idea of my presence.

I've raised my arm high to reach you and pufff--
You've disappeared like everytime.

Evolving our pure emotions to someone who doesn't care is a whole waste.

Many say that their loved ones are the MEDICINE to their wounds..
You aren't my medicine, you aren't even a bandage to me....but my WOUND...

Waiting for you is the least expected thing for me. But right now, that's what I'm doing.
So desperate to let myself soak in your presence filled with heartfelt feelings.
Let your eyes find my eyes deep inside. Let your raw breath be the breath I feel. Let your moustache be the reason for the pain of my philtrum.
Let your soft lips caress my earline.

For once, wanted to touch your hand.
To feel how it is to melt into one's soul.
To feel the bliss having the idea of touching someone I like.
To feel the real you, instead of the dream.
To feel your eyes lingering on me.
To feel the butterfly flow once more but with a real new experience.

You know what, I love you but I don't know you.
Don't know how you react to things,
don't know how you perceive things,
don't know how angry you will be,
don't know how you stabilize,
don't know your beliefs
and lastly I don't know how far I can go for you.
All I know is to love you unconditionally.

Comes back to me whenever needed to make paper boomerang and I always kept an extra one.

In my opinion,
Truths are just like atoms.
They can neither be created nor destroyed.
They just happen to be. That's all.

My hair had enough breakages just as my heart.

Are you fond of the cracking sound of the heart?
Cause you keep breaking my heart..

Then, being an introvert, I felt comfortable in my own bubble,giving a path for loneliness to enjoy myself. But now, I feel terrible to be alone because I am feeling your presence in each and every thought of mine.

That snide smile after your heart stops pounding in front of your crush is something.

I wish I could go back at time when i didn't hate you but had a good impression and spent quality time with you. But now, it's being hard to talk you are infront of me. Many changes happened in such a short time. Didn't know the possibility of the word "love" effects me this much. I never needed a relationship between us. Just a pure connection is enough. In the process making you distant from me because of love, I grew hateness for you. Never wanted this situation at any cost. But still my thoughts went wild and I stopped being your affectionate person.

Just like winter, you made me grow colder and darker.

Yeah! It's been a year.
It's still not late to confess,
The raindrops splatter like a refreshment for a new life,
Roses attract my hands to take away them from those boring bouquets,
The clear road is giving me a path of excitement and confidence,
People passing by me are too busy and I swear to god that they will be missing my reaction of eagerness to approach you,
Calming picture of the clouds nourishing my mood,
Hair strands escaping through my fingers out,
Feathery air grazing my skin,
I'm not ready to take a huge yes either can't take a no,
Poetically composing my words makes me more than that a chucklehead,
The deepened feelings cramping my heart with love-passion,
My eyes waiting for the light striking of your looks,
My ears requesting for the only words that **** me with joy,
My nose is pleasing to breathe the only air you take in,
My lips commanding to knit with yours,
My cheeks wanting the muscle suppression of the my smile,
And finally waiting for my access to your life.

I'm so confused to the hell.
Maybe Yes.
Or No.
Yes.
No.
Vacuuming you out my memories is not a part of my thoughts.
I might crave you someday and I'd say no regrets.
I can't get disconnected.
All I need to do is still wait for you.

I called you.
Got poor connection.
From YOU.

I usually don't kiss but I bite...The harder your skin goes deeper into the muscle,the deeper I crave you.

Some crush confessions can turn a best friend into a stranger.

Scrabbling something with my hands in the air.
Turning the twirls of my hair.
Enlargement of my pupil when getting into my sight.
Legs getting paralyzed when you just pass by me.
Flying my soul high when speaking with you.
Distracting myself from ever focusing work.
Proven wrong in escaping from the thoughts of you.
Finding the correct words to continue the convo.
Approaching every single chance to get your attention.
Mistakenly addressing you instead of someone and that sudden realization...

I didn't know these feelings until someone had the same as me.
I didn't know that I was this sentimental until I saw someone being practical.
I didn't feel the burden on myself until I saw someone hurting.
I didn't feel sorry for myself until I understood when someone couldn't forgive themselves.
I didn't feel miserable until I saw someone being ignored by.
I didn't feel this temporary until I knew we can't be permanent.
I didn't know how much I loved you until someone like you broke my heart with silence.

You may not notice but you are always encapsulated by me, when you are in dire straits.

She : What did I do?
He : That's what I'm asking. What enough did you do?

At certain points, you'll meet someone who will directly put a shovel into your heart digging all your sorrows. Instead of vacuuming up your sorrows, they will make sure to be well-sowed.

When it is something that you can finally get for me, then it is the last thing that I want it.

Many might have dreamt about the success.
But, once you dream the failure, there will be no looking back.