"My half soul princess, where did it all went wrong"

And here I’m right in front of this half-filled soul, my half written diary; with an incomplete story it waits for me every single night. Some days it encounters endless paragraphs of melancholies, melodramas, unattained emotions in me and some days it soaks every drop of those unsaid emotions which I keep locked under all those fake promises I make to myself every single day.

On those nights when I run out of words and tears take over my half soul princess intensifies her aura, her magic, her silence. She never spoke a word but felt; every single emotion that overflowed my cup, she weaved every single strand that I lost stumbling on the pavement of life into a beautifully crafted masterpiece.

I know she wouldn’t feel jealous of my love not because of a year of magic, every moment of magic that happened between us and all those blunders of mine but because she knew each of those pieces which I kept loosing as you went further. Also because of the most obvious reason that from the very first day, very first moment I knew one day she would leave but every time this truth haunted me she happened and cleared every obstacle in 'our' road. She was the magic I starved for so long.

Also there was she, my half soul princess; every night waiting for me to happen to complete her and I? kept adoring our Norman slabs fooling my heart every single time I heard the glass cracking a fake promises were what followed by. But somewhere I believe she knew the same and that’s the reason I never wanted her to regret a single moment of 'us'.

But today when she’s long gone and her memories still keep crawling inside me, wounding me every single time I question my better half my half soul princess “where did all of it went wrong?.”

But silence wins every single time.
             
                                                        ~ Mono :'D