A beautiful lie

I wonder how it truly feels to be loved. Is it like the minutes before the sun rises, when it begins to shine so bright, and you feel its warmth on your skin Like moments you miss the most, filled with the nostalgia of what once had been. Like a scent of flowers leaving its own light, longing to be found. A taste of the world reflected in your eyes, afraid to drown. The feeling of a lifetime, where you’re finally able to see yourself, A mirror to the soul like the stories asleep on a shelf. Where we sing songs to the silence and the beat of our hearts. In a life where we’re happy as lovers, Waiting for each other throughout the hours, and keep one another in our prayers. Or is it only When life comes around, and our mind feels empty, and our heart is broken, like a shell that closes off never to be found in the deep ocean. Is that the only time when words go unspoken, and hearts grow frozen, when you truly know you felt the love and the emotion, that was once offered but stolen. A loneliness in the depths of generosity and the quiet ache of wanting honesty. Under the cloak of night where no one’s eyes could find us, and no one could hear us, a quiet river of tears traced our cheeks, each drop heavy with regret that left us hopeless. Forgiving without a voice to answer, because holding on to the pain would only break us further. Walking through the dark alone, carrying humiliation like a shadow that has grown. A haunting memory behind the screen, where silence built a wall we couldn’t get in between. Carrying burdens too heavy for our age, made our heart turn cold and filled with rage. But I never meant to hurt anyone, nor cause pain, It hurt my heart as if I was tied up in a chain. I’m still fighting the demons inside of me. So please, please forgive me..... Because... Maybe, just maybe, This is how love truly feels.