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BLEEDING LOVE

Trust...............faith .........believe.............just seems words now formed by the combination of few alphabets. They have lost their meaning for me now...
I thought if I try I will be able to forget you. He loved me so much made me think that his love for me will make your chapter in my life fade away. But I was wrong I was not right. You are just not a chapter in my life you constitute the book of my life.....
I feel guilty I feel sorry I want to apologize I feel helpless..................he loves me wid his whole heart and here I dont have my heart ..........
My heart is pounded and crushed into millions and billions of peices and thier dust is lost ........and m here all lost finding every single peice of my heart trying to bring them together.
But everytime I try to join them together I can still see the cracks on them how do I love him wid a broken and torn heart ....I dont noe!
He has faith that one day I will go back to him but how do I beleive the word faith and trust when they carry no meaning for me.

Yes .....you were right....I dont need anybody in life and I can succed without any body. But one thing you said wrong Its not that I dont need any body....its that I will not have anybody on the way to success.
Love is only destined to lucky people and I am among those unlucky who has got everything yet doesnt have anything........love is not in my share.......so its better now I understand the truth and stop complaining.
He will wait for me till his last breadth but I dont know whether ever I will be able to return to him......
I know that this happiness is not in my share and now pain has becum a permenent part of me.I have learnt to live in this pain and suffering cause I cant ever forget you and cant ever stop loving you.........................though I tried my best but now you ahve become a part of me and so before I hurt him anymore I am going away from him.........
I wish him all the Best in life
and I will always keep loving you.
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