Unchained Melody

When you guys read this post, u might think that I’m troubled or somehow broken-heart. And that’s why I’m here to clarify that I am perfectly fine!:)

Have you ever liked someone so much you just wanna lock yourself in your room, turn on sad music and cry?


When I look at you, my heart skips a beat but later that beat could mean a lifetime of tears wasted on something I knew I could never have that’s why I can’t talk to you anymore, it’s not that I am mad at you, it’s just that when I talk to you I realize how much I love you and when I realize how much I love you, I realize I can’t have you and that makes me love you even more! But then if I hadn’t met you, I wouldn’t like you. If I hadn’t liked you, I wouldn’t love you. If I wouldn’t love you, I wouldn’t miss you. But I did, I do and I will.



Why am I trying so hard to hold on to something that will never be mine? I’m not supposed to love you, I’m not supposed to care, and I’m not supposed to live my life wishing you were there. I’m not supposed to wonder where you are or what you’re doing, but I can’t help it, because I’m in love with you. And love is like a puzzle. When you’re in love, all the pieces fit but when your heart gets broken, it takes a while to get everything back together.




I was fooled and I am a fool to be fooled, all the while people knew that you are like that and, I actually believed you cause you said so. I don’t want this feeling to continue but frankly, lately I am becoming numb; i just simply c can't concentrate on things. I am just waiting but I guess there is nothing to wait for. I need some explanations, oh right.. I forgot you are busy and just like every other night, I looked up at the stars & wasted another wish on you.





There is one pain I often feel which you will never know because it is caused by the absence of you. They say that time heals all wounds but all it’s done so far is give me more time to think about how much I miss you. Nothing hurts more than realizing he meant everything to you, but you meant nothing to him and moving on, is a simple thing, what it leaves behind is hard.




You say that love is nonsense. I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength – Henry Brooks Adams

I believe that we weren’t meant to be. We just happened.