I grew my love for you.
I took my time and nurtured my love for you.
In the innermost part of me.
It was a beautiful garden filled with care and warmth.
Then gradually we fell apart.
This garden started withering.
My love for you started dying.
Memories scattered.
We became bitter souls.
Deeply wounded.
Scorned hearts.
Deadly thoughts.
It is over now.
I got my closure.
I do not miss us anymore.
I do not wish things lasted.
I am glad we ended things when we did.
I had to learn from us.
My experience has led me to a better place in my life.
A bigger and brighter beginning is waiting for me.
Well said, All good virtues and goodness itself will gradually find their true home in the heart in which love dwells. Maybe, you should have a piece written on What love actually is ? Im still trying to understand that word
Love is a broad topic. No one can ever write everything on love. What you feel for your parents is love.
Beautiully written. Honest and raw.
Thanks!