Six month Love, Five years friendship

From the moments we’ve been together, I wasn’t very anxious about the break-up. At the first place we promised to remain still friends and intimate after split-up but it isn’t the whole story when love jumps right into relation. No hard feelings. No excruciating detail going to be exposed. I just want to write about my story with her – not an ordinary girl that came aligned to mine, as a reminder of downbeat break-up suddenly made me feel vainglory and sad. She was my first love. In the praxis, yes. There were handful of girls walked to my life and exited with no hullabaloo as they weren't my own – as she either. The soul is the part that we come to decide what the quality of love is. Two-sided perception of soul is important in some early cave images as grown-up people are not copulated through mutual interests and it is mostly a “could be” aspect in the entire process of having an emotional affair. The blurry side of togetherness is kind of solo-sided sword splashed me inside when I wanted her more eternal than old moments. She has told me we’ve reached to the crossroad and there is no way to skip awful moments hurting me every inch of. She told me it takes time to reappraise you as it takes time to forget you. what I did in the past and present guarantee her doubt. First I’d like to notice about the preface I wrote about ordinary people and love that recur uncertainty about concept of love. It was reasoning enough for her not to believe me but who can agree more with side effects of life and morbid dependency and parasitical investment beside. As soon as I obtained my vigor to return to the public, I would care more about seriousness of affair and pros and cons of having someone beside me. She wasn’t a star, actually. She is an ambitious and perpetual dreamer, an endeavored girl, insightful and inherently agonized, collided with trauma and confronted with vicissitude of family. From the moments we’ve been together, the fear of stickiness took her far away from me. She wasn’t my type of gal insomuch release isn’t optional. Also she had intestinal fortitude to end the travesty up, in the eventide of lily I born by ornamental gifts, ornamental smile and soporific downtrodden style.