falling out of love..

Days, weeks, months and years of memories. 26,28,000 minutes of you. She still believes in every promise you made, every word you uttered. She thrives on the moments you opened your heart to her, but churned out lies and sweet nothings. How can you expect her to fall out of love, when you convinced her to fall so deep? How can you expect her to fall out the sweet haven she thought your heart was.
Fall out of the nights you made love to her, until she was all sore and spent. Fall out of all the times she let her soul and skin bare, for she trusted your deceptive gaze.
Apologies, su amor, for she failed her umpteenth attempt to fall out of your love. She misses your warm embrace, the way you kissed her gingerly. The way you looked deep into her eyes, her blazing passion, pulling you in. She misses how you stole a kiss or two, at a family gathering, and cleared the ruby woo off her lips, post dinner. Most of all, she misses her laughter, that bright smile, the effortless banter and dancing feet, which she never experienced after you left.
Falling out of love is no option, for paramours like her. Hers is the kind of love, that lingers and lurks, that questions and condemns, that fights for what it’s worth, but never leaves.


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