• snow_musings 50w

    I waited for the perfect kind of love. And love did come, only as a curse. He was a curse, a curse that calls for a chain of curses. I loved him, but he wasn't totally worth the wait of all these years. Ofcourse I became bitter. Ofcourse I became sarcastic. I had to be. Why wouldn't I? He wasn't supposed to be the person he was and even if he was, Why was he meant to cross my path?How could he smash a pearl that just came out of its shell? My questions were unanswered as I ran out of feelings. I turned cold as the december ice. I started reciprocating. Only this time, I was the curse, people should've avoided.