Then here came my possessions & confessions ,
Loving him more was directly proportional to obsessing about him more .
Thats how i became over possessive , & my love got suffocated .
Yet , i was mature with noob kind of things instead i proudly loved him the way i felt .
Then his regular tauntings & tantrums was a home of my soul , it became filthy & made my soul more ugly .
We both did fought a lot & did created a lot of misunderstandings .
Got no space to breathe , invited a hardly held headache .
And then he did left me so as i , thats how we parted our ways . Yes , we did parted our ways but somehow not our soul .