Thought you found home when you finally anchored your heart to his, but you only found wilderness inside an empty forest lost long time ago.
I met a man while I am moving on from my past. He was moving on also from his own little heartbreak. Whenever I am with him, I taught myself to never love a man's soul while his heart is aching for someone else's. But he taught me the other way, obliviously.
The ricochet comes. He can't love me back when he wants to. He can't take risks the way I do. He can't choose me when the universe give us the chance.
The ricochet hits me and I am supposed to be dead. But no, I was hit but was never putted into death. I was only shattered into pieces.
My little hopes and biggest fears will chase me to dreams and I have no escape. Nightmares will come every sleep and anxiety will attack me every waking up.
I will stare blankly in a dead air that used to give life to my existence before.
I am shredding tears for no certain reason and my heart is pulled down into the bottom of the sea.
I am loss. I am not found. If hope doesn't exist, then there is no chance I will be found deep down here.
I never had a heart, but when I found this empty long lost forest, when I took the risk when he can't, when I love him despite all his insecurities and incertitude, when I choose him when the universe gave me dozens of choices, I don't have a choice but to have one. For him and only for him.
Boy, I only have one heart but it is still hitched to yours and I don't have any plans to unhitch it.
I made this one when I joined the Feature Writing workshop of the trainees few weeks ago. I am not good in Feature Writing and it is really obvious base on what you have read above. HITCHED HEARTS is for people who choose to stay even if the person they hitched their hearts into already left. Aweee keleg tenge ke pele ehhhh
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