This Is Not A Lovestory

There were hints all over the place. But she chose to be ignorant of the fact that there was no love in our relationship. So how could it be a lovestory. It was a grieve story. The story where she endured all the hardships and you enjoyed the royalty of being showered with love.
It all started the day you charmed a below-average-looking-girl. The day when you trapped her in your  honey-coated-dialogue that described her beauty. But you were just words. You never could sow life in those words. All you could blow life into was her insecurities, her timidity and her meekness.
Even then, she loved you with all her heart, body and soul and all you could do was let her suffer alone.
Yes it's not a lovestory. Because it can't be. Because it is a weep story. All tears and no smile made her weak from within. The girl who looked average but was a beauty, was disfigured. All thanks to you. All those ignorance  and negligence and indifference did make her lifeless. You took her for granted. You never cherished her the way a girl should be. The way a human should be. You just used her emotions her feelings to get your things done.
   This can't be a love story. Because you killed her. You annihilated the love inside her. You lynched the soul beneath her. This is a foul play story, where love was strangled and wiped out.