hello fuckers

my first rant?

if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

she was like that, living in the moment, telling me how bad she wanted to be loved, how she has always chosen the wrong person to fall for, how badly she needs a guy who'd give her his life, who'd validate her all the time, who'd remind her if she's wrong sometimes.

oh how she kept defining her perfect man, and how i kept molding myself in those words

but i had known wrong, i assumed wrong that's what i always do
she wasn't like that at all, she was always worrying about her future, always being the embodiment of others' expectations.

she never wanted that defined man she talked about. she was just like a mirror, always reflecting others personality, she had no personality of her own. she was just reflecting myself with her words,

and i decided to ask her what she really wanted and the aftermath was just mesmerizing for any eyes to watch.

how the perfectly shaped sand idol, turned into a mirror just like her

type of shit I've been on

शमा कहे परवाने से, "परे चला जा
मेरी तरह जल जाएगा, यहाँ नहीं आ"

her voice feels like i need to lay on somebody's lap

Khud ke posts pe react krne ki buri adat lag gai hai👆😔