Truth was..

Obsessing was the perfect word. I was obsessed being obsessed. In a way, it was rather keeping me happy and stay grounded on Earth. Or so I thought. Yes it made me happy but stay grounded? Lol no. Obsessing got me flying and traveling to all the deepest parts of my imagination. I was beyond ecstatic. For all the while, it seems life couldn't be better. I have had all my dreams come true. The perfect melody to my lyrics. The perfect color to my canvas. The perfect smile to my soul. It should be cheesier but alas, even a pianist can miss a key.

Rain fall yadah yadah gloomy nights it was.. yes.. gloomy and cold. Shivering through the night. Not knowing when it is going to end. Lost hope in every second. The pain of words could be tolerated. The shattered dreams however, was destructive. I had no hopes at the time, it seems, it was the only dream. Obsessing had me loyal to a thing. Once. and. perhaps. Is.

I, too, like most people, are in love with emotions. I strive to feel anything. I feel things deeply. If I were to be sad, I will be very sad. If I were to be happy, then I will be very happy. O, shattered dreams..shattered dreams.. Took my feelings as well. And all was left was nothing but emptiness. How can I feed my starving soul with emptiness? Months change and gloom stayed. Guess this kingdom is far away from the sun of joy.

At the verge of meeting the Dark Cloaked, a ray of sunshine seeps in. Planting and nurturing little seeds of emotions. Raising them and loving them. It bloomed. And so did I. Rose from the state of agony. For all moment after, I was more than alive. I could live with a shattered dream. I was capable of this. I could withstand this pain!

Fiddle faddle.

Truth was, I embraced the pain. The nurtured plant of emotions has taught and made me to cherish the pain rather than forgetting. As for a passionate inner-self insane for emotions, I couldn't defeat pain with ignoring.

Getting to know the pain cured me. Daft. Foolish. If only he knew.
I'd give him countless of chances. If he only knew.

Alas, it was not meant to be. And I, emotions sucker, take this beating heart wet in  pain and resentment, to a new place where this will become, not a memory, but a new beginning with the same characters.

What can I say,I obsessed once. It's a routine now. Wherever  I may go, you are never alone.

Nor forgotten.