A one-sided story.

Love is the extra step you take when your bones are all weary and your skin is falling off. Love is that last drop of water you save for her so she doesn't die of thirst when you're all dried up. Love is using your height to shadow her from the burning sun, or your hands to shelter her from the pouring rain when you're all drenched and quivering. Love is love, but first love is a heartbreak. Love is the shattering of your heart when her departure sinks in gradually, when you start realising she's gone for good. Love is the growing pain in your chest each time you hear someone mention her name. Love is crying and cutting yourself to pieces to rid yourself of the sight of her in someone else's arms. Love is letting her go when you realise her good no longer lies within you, and accepting her happiness lies in someone else's 'hello', and you hide your tears so she doesn't get even a glimpse of your misery. Love is knowing you're not good enough despite all your efforts to change and mend your ways. Love is the rude talks and pushing her away, tearing your own heart apart, so she can get more reasons to let go of you when you realise how toxic you are to her. Love is when you bring her the best choices, and look at  her saying yes to someone else,a smile plastered on your face. Love is the purest form of pain, and the truest happiness.

Love is that last goodbye which makes you run miles, for one last sight, one more exchange of words, a last reason to smile before your world collapses. Love is turning your back to her to dry your tears so she can move on with her new life without any regrets or fears. Love is staying as her best friend and helping her all throughout, wanting more but claiming no more rights. Love is the countless deaths you live each time he presses his lips against hers. Love is that anger that maddens you each time he lays his hands on her and pulls her in for a hug. Love is the blood that drips from your eyes at midnight from the relentless staring at your phone screen, watching the pictures of you and her, reading the texts of the time when you once were good for each other. Love is the bottles of alcohol you gulp down, the burning sensation down your throat bringing relief, searching for peace within the feet of the devil, his hellish elixir in your hands, a way to get back to the land of memories filled with her face and the moments you shared.

Most importantly, love is that hand which pulls you out of this depression, bringing you back to light after months of darkness,shows you how to get back to life after the countless deaths. Love is the smile your lips automatically curve into each time you look at her happy. Love is searching for presence in her absence, hearing her voice in the silent of the night, with every hush of wind blowing  by, that gives you enough courage to just break out of this misery. Love is losing yourself in a whole other world, filled with things you loved, a world of colours, rainbows and stars. Love is a bliss, a blessing, but first of all, you'll find love to be a curse. Love is friendship, and love is the purpose of living.