It was never meant to be. We hurt ourselves in the process.
You were confused about how you were supposed to feel. A connection made through the many words and rhymes that brought rhythm and self proclaimed wisdom to both of us.
I fell for the feeling of falling, not confused by my emotions, but unable to tame them.
A once shielded unattached young tomboyish chic, in the right sense of the word, was now wrapped up in a blanket she thought was her version of fairytale.
It was no one's fault she had to have that moment. it kept her grounded,might have been the hardest way to do it, but shaping a woman is never easy. She was weak to weak to make it out alone she had to reach rock bottom and on that floor watching her life slip away was when she realized nothing can sustain her other than the grace of God and herself.
Sure it took time sure she made mistake on her way to balance herself but it was needed it made her real, not because she pretend to know life is not a romantic tragedy, but because she now knew where she should never reach again.