I believe in love. Yes, I still do... No matter how much he shatters me, no matter how bad he is hurting me, or how hard I may cry for him, I still believe. With all my heart. With all my soul.
And I also believe that at the end if I ever give up, it will be myself whom I'll give up on... not on him.
This is all that I know. An unconditional, undying love, that has its home in his arms, solace in his breathes and life in his beating heart. This is it. This is all.
Nothing else, matters. If I need to wait for him for thousand years, I'll still do. If he leaves me alone and never turns back, I'll still run into him....even if it pushes me to the realm of darkness. For as long as he is okay with it, I am ready to embrace darkness, if only that can enlighten his world.
No. Shit. What am I blabbering! Me and weak? Not possible. NOT POSSIBLE AT ALL... I can't fall weak. Or else he'll crush me down under his feet. I can't let him ruin me...not again. I need to live- for myself. For my baby. For the little family that is made of we mother-daughter duo.
He has no space in this family. And I'll ensure he remains as an outsider for the rest of his life. That is his only punishment.. That is his only fate..... he deserves the worst. Only, THE WORST.
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