What about those Promises of yours to never leave me? she asked, stammering too much this time. His cruel smirk was as gut-wrenching as his words – Promises are meant to be broken, sweetheart.

I feel the pain – everywhere.

I didn’t want a story – a beginning. Not anymore. I have long ago stopped walking on a road where my dreams walk around. I change my destination a hundred times if I ever see an old wish of mine standing there in its real form. I don’t know them. I don’t want to. They too must not know me. They too must not recognise me as their owner.

And they can’t understand, what hurts more – Missing the other person, or pretending not to.

My silence, now speaks to me better than before.

Is there a magicLike the person who still smiles to others,Even when their worldis falling apart?

The things you learn through your sadness, believe me, these are one of the best kind of lessons. Happiness can never teach you any of that.

Love has helped me to know God, but in a very selfish way. I learned that if there is one source, only one source, through which I can get everything I love, then it is God. Only God. By loving something or someone, this is who God became to me: a Giver; a Protector: a Helper. Nothing more.

From all my dreams where you felt everlastingto all my clothes your words used to wear,to the old end, to the new beginning,you have lost me everywhere.

Where the cheerful childrenof unwritten poems,play all around,you will find me there.