Knowing the true intention is really hard. A day, someone just enters your life, bringing happiness and love. Telling you the real meaning of life, the way to love to live! And suddenly breaks the best part of you.
As he came with his deep fantasizing love, she started to lose herself all over him. His words were like fire, burning her days and nights. The time was floating smoothly, the air felt more fresh and energizing. Her breath was mixed with his scent and his aroma filled her small sky. All was complete, she was complete. Her presence seemed precious, his love was magical.
And there came the day, the illusion of her dream broke and shattered the world she was holding in her eyes. Everything just faded away, leaving his shadow for her. The VIBGYOR of her fantasy suddenly turned gray. He was gone far as if never she had his presence in her life. Nothing left to cherish, nothing to memorize, all he gave was endless doubts, yes self-doubts.
Unaware of the consequences, she let herself float with the flowing tides, set herself free. And finally, she was left in between the storms to struggle and live alone. Trying to come out, she held on to the life and strive hard to live. She was broken now, yet with a hope to get back what she deserves. Then she was living, trying to be stronger than what she was.
Soon she started to feel his presence again. He slowly started filing the gust of air that surrounded her, with his pleasing fragrance that had always mesmerized her. The tale didn't end there only. He was back, not with his calming love, but this time with an intense flame that aroused her cold soul with his fire. She melted in his desire and loosed herself all over him for another time.
As that was not the end. She was yet to be broken. And see he was trying to get a part of her back because she was still left raw and unused. He never loved her the way she thought. He never saw her the way she wanted. Neither he touched her with the passion she thought he had. It was just his cravings, his longing for what he wanted to live.
Portraying his fake individuality, he won her trust, her beliefs, and her dreams. She as a crazy teenaged lover had started living with his stories. "Every word covered with the shroud of lies that was presented with the shield of love gave her the deepest wound."
And she was just a mannequin he used to comfort him or can say his entertainer. He made every possible move to win her confidence and to kill his boredom. And she was so in love, so badly that she let him in each time he wanted. Flattered by his efforts she thought herself to be worthy. His attempts to win her made her believe every fiction he narrated... Her fairy tale had a drastic end as she was not the princess and he turned out to be the villain of her love story.
And alas! she was left broken, to life to die or to survive......
Even after days-months, her mind cries out the doubts the questions and the reason for crushing the emotions the attachment they shared. And now she is confused to hate herself for letting someone ruin her, or to hate the person who is the predator... Trying to get herself back, she loses her trust over the lies she believed. Hoping to get back the loss, the lies made.
"How much one may try the memories are never going to leaving those thoughts."
But Darling lies don't have any justification any answer. A lie is a lie. No matter how beautiful that was......