The Wasted Girl

Chapters 1. Bitter reality

It's just a love story, but I don't understand what love is?

It's just a story, but I don't understand what love is?

I leaned alone under the tree, saying I could not speak with everything that had happened to my life.

I don't understand what love is?

Can you teach me about love?

Do you know what love is?

Don't let love just tease you, while this is like an ego that makes me ashamed of what I have been carrying for a long time. Second by second, hour by hour, like giving me a way between life and death. I always ask if you'll always be here next to me beautifully in that sweet smile on your face.

I just want you to smile, I just want to see you happy, I love you as much as you are. I always miss your laughter, even if you don't care about me at all sometimes. And don't even think I exist, or just an impingement when you're grieving. If you are sad let me accompany you and always be your listener.

Do not let when you cry and miss just imagine that I am always near you even though I am not always there, but set in your heart that I am always in your heart. Although our togetherness may not always be together and maybe I am not necessarily in the bottom of your heart.

I don't understand what love is, please teach me about love, please teach me about love and how to be able to love even if I'm nobody. And even though I'm not that special someone who's always been there for you.

In the silence and loneliness of the night you give light in the depths of your heart. Because I've always been there for you, even if our relationship is just a friend.

Honestly when this finger scratches the ink on the paper I feel like a fantasy and alone, I can only be silent and do not want anyone to know the deepest content of my heart.

Today the heart speaks but the lips are silent and unable to say anything, I beg you to give breath to the heart so that I can continue to be together with this difficult life. I will always keep this feeling together with the longing in my heart, even though I can only see you from a distance but please give me the chance to always be there for you.

I don't understand what love is, nor do I know what love is. I can only be happy when I see you happy even if not with me, I really like lollipop candy tastes so sweet. It seems like it's my habit to eat Lolly's candy but does it have anything to do with my feelings?

I think all those love stories mean a lot to me because they are in harmony with the soul, the feelings and the heart that keeps talking about the anxiety between wanting to love being loved.