Life is a cycle. Love is life.

We are a world shaped as a sphere,
Almost a circle.
Life is a cycle, they also say.
They said it right.
A guy likes her
And another loves the same
And another one proposed
But to all she said No.
She didn’t feel anything
But brotherhood and friendship
But whenever it was her time
To love and to care
She tasted her own medicine
Or is it her own poison?
She was a sister,
Just a friend
To all her crushes..
To those she finally cared about
But only then would it hurt
Only then would she understand
The feeling of rejection
Of hope being demolished
Or maybe hope extended
That if she did better
She’ll be worth it
Worth his time.
And whatever happens
Life is a cycle, a circle
And there is no life without love.
And with a circle
There is no meeting point
People run after those
Those who run after different people.
And the cycle continues
Sad, right?
Tragic, love is.
Tragic and dramatic.

Whenever she tries to breath..

Clenching the hems of her sweater as her breathing slowed down with the suffocating feeling that whatever is choking her airways is also blocking everything down to her stomach. 
Thinking about nothing but the pain that tingled through her trunk, centring at the upper left. 
Hearing the pounding of her heart against her chest, rhythmic, steady.. Now uneven, shaky, and.. halting.

His sweater.

“Tomorrow’s a bit windy”, he said, “don’t wear something warm”, looking at her with a grin.
“I’ll be too cold, you know how whiney I can get with the cold”, she responded.
“No you won’t, i’ll take care of that”

Next day, he went to meet her and saw her hair dancing, sending warm prickles to his cheeks. He snuck behind her, stretched the end of his sweater and trapped her inside.
“Snuggle in, angel. One sweater is enough, don’t you think?”
Her arms found their way through his sleeves, and he held her closely, burying his head in her neck, smelling fresh watermelon.
I love you – he thought, but he couldn’t say it out loud because he felt more than that.. More than love could describe.
“I love you more than love itself”, she said, as if she read his mind.