Worry has seeped through the cracks that the destruction of
adoration, freedom and contentment left behind; and I am here, left alone to
face it all with no-one to turn to for support. No-one to confirm the safety of
my love. Only the existence of those who decide it is their duty to determine
if I do indeed love this angel or not, they run their mouths without the knowledge
of anything we have been through, yet they claim they know it all and continue
to state that it cannot be love. But the fact is they don’t even correctly know
the duration of our life together so far. There are just something’s that are
no-body’s business; something’s that no soul needs to neither know neither hear
nor read about. Something’s are just mine- sharing isn’t always caring,
sometimes it subjects you to get wounded by the bullets of all their mouths and
killed by the artilleries of their actions.
They often secrete behind a facet nothing like theirs, you
trust them; and that’s when they will strike you to the utmost power within
them, in your time of need. It’s all happening to me. I am still unaware of the
condition my love lies in. I can only hope he is safe, free from harm and no
evil will ever come of him. I have yet to hear his state. The worry is consuming
my every breath- soon there shall be no breath left untouched by this gut
wrenching feeling, when that occurs matters shall be taken into
the hands of only love.
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