The end of her was just a beginning of the new version of myself. I realised that it was not a sort of competition that I saw myself defeated in, rather it was an invincible self acceptance. The acceptance of truth that forbids all my previous stereotypical beliefs of a perfect life with her.
My heart never expected her but it accepted her with an expception then, while my soul met hers and I was poisoned by her love. We were a perfect match. But sadly, matches burn right. It didnt take too long before it took away a part of me. A few people come into your lives to show your true self and then a few, to leave behind the false truth in you. Its not always the person that matters but the personality that is captured in an alien soul which makes it familiar for you to get along with. But how often would it work for you? You never know.
While I wished she was the rain on my skin, but she was a thunder that struck me harder down to a clueless dilemma. Would i even consider myself as the victim of false anatomy of emotions or the culprit of my own disbeliefs to accept. But the scars that she left behind in me speaks of resistance and repulsion from any of me to further be a part of.
The heartbreak can just keep you delusional. And here, never ignore your inner voice. Listen to it carefully instead. Because we are all made up of our own secrets. The secrets which reflects the true self and the secrets which keeps us in an isolation even from our loved ones.