The Meltdown

You’re asked to think of those who love you, you’re asked to define them in a number – you hate numbers, or they hate you…

All the names start floating in your head, but none distinctive enough to be count into one, two, five, eight… numbers start losing their shape and significance, and one name comes from behind all the blur and the heartache…

You remember that person… you remember how you were loved, unconditionally…

You start realizing that in all your years, no one has loved you that way; no one else knew how to love you better

You start smiling a little bit because you start remembering how you always always felt special and different… how you were always told you were the only one who was loved that much… you smile because you know you were not the only one, but you also know how genuine and true those words were…

Yes, that one person did know how to love you; that one person instinctively knew how to make you feel different and special from all the rest… and that’s when you realize that you’ve gained all your self-worth from that one person, against all odds…

But just before your spirit begins to calm, you’re snatched away from it by the painful reminder that that person is no longer there and that it’s been years when you last felt that safe and loved for being nothing but who you are/were…

Your smile starts fading and the blur returns with all its pain and agony…

You try so hard to hold on to the memory of that love, of the little moments you can still remember…

But there is that cruel voice inside asking what’s the point; it’s all gone now…

And this is when you’re left with nothing but your tears…

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~ by insomniac on February 12, 2010.

4 Responses to “The Meltdown”

  1. Allebty 3allaya el mawage3!

  2. Wow..this is so true to the core!

  3. and yes I agree with gjoez
    Alebty 3alya om el mawage3!

  4. Inso I must say that you are blessed to have found that kind of love from the first place…some ppl would wish for 1/10 of that even if won’t last at least they’ll have a memory to hold on to feel self worth .

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