Missing a soul has always hurt, right in the core.
It hurt even more when you're misinterpreted, misunderstood, and misjudged.
You stay up night and day wondering what caused you this misfortune? Why would someone you cherished so much and loved so deeply hurt you like this?
We call it love, we call it friendship, we call them feelings.
You give and give and exceed your limit of giving, yet you try again, every single time, to take out more of you and give it to them.
At first they appreciate it, they cherish you, they love you. But then it becomes a habit to them. They take you for granted. They think you'll always be there for them, always handle and listen to them.
The amount of things humans do for eachother are always ALWAYS never enough.
Every time you lose a piece of you, for them.
How is this love?
Is this the love that everyone talks about?
Adnan and Lina? "Friends"
Romeo and Juliet? "Lovers"
Poets and writers of the world, is that what you mean of love?
If it is, then I don't want it anymore.
I don't want something or someone to humiliate me, to take me down, to drown me.
I don't want a hurtful love. I want the cherished love, the love love if in somehow this makes sense.
I'm my father's daughter, and he didn't raise a girl so she could be taken down by another person.
Kindness is misunderstood, yet somehow become overrated, in a sense where everyone thinks they're nice and kind if they talk politely, dress nicely yet never really work on their actions but just base them on words.
A heart is a powerful organ in the body, but when hurt, or stabbed, it could kill, and if not literally then it could take away all feelings that are left in you and turn them into ashes and then suddenly you realise they're, Puff....
It doesn't necessarily have to be about couples or lovers as it also happens between "friends".
After all that is said, I believe in what God has to offer me, and I live my days everyday believing in them and in him. With his mighty I am stronger. I have a heart that will never stop loving, but if hurt, it will instantly lose trust.
To all those who were hurt, to all those who did the hurting but never intended doing it, you'll always be loved, because a heart can never really hate those they once loved. But as said "once", this love can never be returned.
I am and forever will be my father's daughter, for I learnt my strength from him, I learnt loving deeply and caring widely. Yet I also learnt that we live in a virtual world, where not all humans are, humans.
