Endings Are Inevitable

Ever felt the pain of being hated by someone who used to love you once? It is indeed true to say, hatred is more powerful than love because the tears you shed are worth a thousand smiles. Its hard and indeed a painful phase to face a heartbreak. So below is an abstract depicting the same, created completely by imagination..

"The fire beneath me isn't rage, its pain"

"I can't imagine a world where I don't see you anymore.", said the crumbled piece of paper that I had been staring at, for the past half an hour. That paper had once made me believe that fairytales did exist and had been a reason for my existence. I still believe in fairytales, even now when I am feeling complete piece of trash, but I perceive them differently. Once upon a time is a reality and happily lived forever is no doubt, a lie. A lie that you would believe in every time you fall for someone. I took out a matchstick and ignited it with the flame of my pain. Yes, It had been my fault, every time I believed in him when he would whisper to confess his love, every single time when he would compliment on small things and every damn time I fell for him. No wonder, water ran down my cheeks yet they burnt. Memories are hard to handle and especially when you have some sweet memories with someone you no longer have in your life. I could feel the pain my heart was going through, the pain that my lips would not disclose and my eyes would not show. My heart wanted me to get myself together and beg him to stay, but my brain did n't agree with that. My brain had always been a thing with attitude and pride, who would n't give in, not matter what. Every time there was a war between two super powers of my body, my mind would always win. Somehow, this time too, my mind won over my heart, and maybe that was the reason I literally felt the pain in my heart as if it was crying. Time had always been my best friend who healed everything and I knew that even this time, it would heal me and I would n't be shattered after a few days like I am right now. But my heart still pondered over asking me that how can he do that to me? How can he leave me behind and let go of me so easily? How can he delete all the memories of eight years in one go? How can a person who loved me a lot more than a lot, seem to hate me? As always, I had no idea. I wanted to call him, I wanted him to talk and wanted him to explain the damn silly reason for doing it. I wanted to tell him that I needed him, my heart peeped outside every time the doorbell rang. I wanted him to know that he was my priority every single second and that my life would lose its meaning if he was n't there to share it. I could feel the rage inside me as I was in the middle of a mental breakdown as there was still an ongoing cold war going on between my mind and my heart. And I knew who was going to win at the end. At the end, there was so much I wanted to do and there was so much I could have done, but instead, all I did was burn the paper, and with it, my pain, my belief and my love to ashes.

Because I know, that when time would fly by and after some years, when I would think about it again, I would probably feel proud over myself.