She waits for 01.00 a.m every single day because that was the time in which whom she had hoped would be her companion in life would say goodnight to her. She hates the day Thursday because whom she had hoped would love her till death treasured that day. She hates the moon because she whom had promised to never forget her found pleasure and serenity in its glimmering smile that casts out joy into the beautiful dark surroundings every single night. She resents breathing because when all sunny days turned into gloom and they would be sitting together staring into each other's eyes, she whom had promised to never leave told her to continue breathing because that was just enough. She is unable to stomach concrete stones because the sacred and peaceful place in which she whom had promised to always love her said whenever the unrequited one may feel down or in despair she should go sit on the beautifully painful stones as that was their special place. She who loves wholeheartedly and experienced a beautiful lie buries her heart in pain throughout her life. If love is pain then she loves fiercely.
She is broken and no one is able to save her...from her.