The Beautiful Nightmare

 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊

-by Ish

Even if she be not harmed,her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors;and hereafter she may suffer both in waking from nerves and in sleep,in her dreams.

Not so long ago,she was alone,lost and broken. And the reason was the consequences of a very unknown but delightful feeling that struck her long time back.

Cleaning her shelf, she came across something which took her in the past through which she came out struggling. Yes, it is funny how all the useless knowledge  one accumulated when in love could just sit for years gathering dust in the some corner of your mind; only to spill out at the slightest reminders. In one of her books there was a purplish pink rose with a soothing smell same as it had when when it was bought; crushed, like the story which it started. But now the question arises in her mind what  should be the fate of that symbol of her past?

She was a teen falling  constantly into deep intrigue with a boy. 

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(I'll not tell you the whole story coz that story belongs to them and this is not when i want to debate on who was the wrong)

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But yes, they met each other when they were young; before they knew enough bout disappointments and once they did, they found they themselves reminded each other of it.

Love makes you feel infinite and invincible; like the whole world is open to you. Anything is achievable; and each day will be filled with wonder. They were together and happy. They loved; they cared. It was a bliss. Maybe this happens with everyone in love; who knows. But when things are not meant to be; they are not meant.

Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it breaks but you will still see the cracks in the mother fucker's reflection.

One day, she said:-

Well, now

If little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you

Little by little

If suddenly you forget me

Do not look for me

For I shall already have forgotten you

If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life

And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots

Remember

That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms

And my roots will set off to seek another land.

And it ended like this.

Time has passed;life has changed; things have changed; she has changed; maybe he must have changed; but the thing is he brought out the worst in her and was the best thing ever happened to her(at a time she thought so; but who knows he must not have changed, still he makes fake promises and after some time in his anger he would break them).

When we are in love,we are convinced nobody else will do. But as time goes, others do and often do, much much better yet the minute she heard bout her first love story, she started looking for him not knowing how blind it was.

For the last time ever, one more time,  she  went through the same story  which she thought will last forever.

Sooner or later, we've all  have to let go of out past. It happens to everyone as you grow, you find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you've known forever don't see things the way you do. So you keep the wonderful memories but find yourself moving on!!!

She took a step and didn't want to take any more,  but did;

She simply put the rose under a tree, but she was not sad; she was not broken; just calm and smiling.

Uss yaad.. uss kahani ko...mein bohot phle hi alvida kehchuki hoon. Vo kahani khubsurat hai...achi kitaabein hum smbhaal kr rkhtey hai par achi baatien yaadein banjati hai. Ab vo shayad pyaar nahi par vo kahani to khuubsurat hai."