Since my childhood, I was very fond of love stories,
when I grew up, I found people faking it,
Some fall for each other but failed to marry them,
Some mixed it with lust,
Some just friend-zoned their soulmate for their entire life,
might be afraid to lose them but the romance
I saw in movies, read in novels and poems
never crossed my way…
I have experienced the taste of toxic relations,
but never smell the aroma of true love,
the touch of soulmate,
the madness that keeps love alive,
So, If someone asks me what is love look like?
I would definitely refer him/her to that one
Who only belongs to me.
Diary of a girl