What is love? Do I believe in love? Does till death do us part really exist? Has anybody found their ‘the one and only’?

All my hopes of being loved by one person for the rest of my life vanished the day the person I thought who’d love me for eternity, fell head over heels for someone else. The way he talks of her, the way he talks about the tingles he feels when she’s around broke my heart into pieces and along shattered all my hopes of being ‘the one and only’ of someone. Was I a fool who was blindsided by his confessions?

I grew bitter by day, I missed him and being his person. What is happening to me? Do I really miss him or miss the importance he gave me? Whatever it is, I want us to go back to what we were. I can’t stand to see him loving someone else the way he was meant to love me. But does this mean that I love him too? I don’t know. I guess I’d never know.

I just realised that I don’t have a best friend. I used to have some but it doesn’t feel the same anymore. Could it be the distance? Could it be that we have outgrown what we once thought was friendship? Don’t get me wrong, they’re still my friends, just not the kind I feel comfortable sharing my vulnerability with. Will I ever have a best friend again?

I just realised that the value and care my siblings once had for me is gone. They’re married and have other priorities, other people to love. I’m just another person who once lived with them. I don’t even remember what it was like to live with them. I’m losing many things that once held value. Will I ever get to live together with them?

I just realised that I don’t love my boyfriend. We’ve been together for almost a year but I haven’t yet told him that I love him. But how could I when I don’t. Will I ever find love?

A wildflower.
Rejected and ignored by the world.
I spread no fragrance, I spread no love.
I want no one, I have no one.
My life is like of a wildflower.
Nobody cares, nobody loves.
Nobody sees the thorns pricking me, nobody feels the coldness freezing me.
Just a ray of light touches my pale skin when the dew falls, and suddenly disappears when the tall trees wakes.
I wish, I wish, I wish if one day I was blown away with the wind to a garden of wildflowers,
live a life where everybody sees each others' flaws, but breath the same air, nourished by the same soil and spread the love they never got.
Oh, to be in a garden of wildflowers, hidden from a bouquet of roses.
To fit just to keep her safe from not getting pricked by the thorns in the roses.
Everything that looks beautiful, smells pretty or makes u feel a rose,
ain't happiness.
'Cause no one knows what she has to go through just to get the love she has always wanted.