Some people tell you they love you, and then they tear you apart. Into shards.
Every time I think that I can't love you more, I prove myself wrong. Even a stab from you seems filled with love.
I fought with all I could, but yes, we win some, we lose some. Then, we learn.
Its the 21st century. Love is no longer blind here. Probably that's why, I still love you.
My only reason for loving you was that its you.
I tried to hate you. Then I realised that it hurt a lot less to not care.
At times I can't seem to fathom as who it was who threw this all away. Me. Or you.
Its not tough to let go of something that hurts you. Its tough to let go of something that you have always wanted. Irony is that, both happens to be the same thing.
I said that I'll love you forever. But now, forever is getting over.
When you said that you loved me, you lied.
You could never trust me with the truth. Or yourself.
Your love made me lose my patience. But you stayed until I won it back. That's what I can't seem to get over.
I'm crazy, lost and foolish. Don't judge me. You made me this way.
I want to forget. But you know, its tough to forget the only thing that you want to remember.
I can't sit and weep and cry. I'm sorry if I robbed you of the pleasure of seeing me in pain.
Just so you know, you are the only stranger whom I'll ever know.
Sometimes it is very important to say the final goodbye.
Try not to miss me, because I'm sure you will.
I bid adieu this time. But remember, next time I want you to be mine.
Fly my love, its time you grew wings.
Again, just so you know, if life was long enough, I'd never ever have given up.
P.S: This is not exactly what you would call a happy ending. But it makes sense when your happy that it ended.