By Oshwin Vishwakarma
I loved him forever, life felt complete.
Soon the world came to know about this feeling.
I ran towards him and asked him.
He seemed to be calm and least interested.
I felt like the world is towards its end.
The way I loved him, will I be loving someone the same?
I always heard how powerful the magic of love is.
But this magic wasn’t working on my Love.
I wanted to touch him, feel him, kiss him, all this was just a dream and it was a dream forever.
I was broken hardly from inside, wished to cry on his shoulder.
In the war of self-respect and love.
I fought against my self-respect because I knew my love was powerful and it will win.
I met him for the last time, in a very personal environment.
Expecting everything to be sorted.
Either to be Love or Lost Love.