Betrayal - A Mother's View

They say a woman can cry to her extreme but when she is finished crying she becomes that strongest person who can bear any hardship this human race can give her.  A weak woman can be a daughter, a sister or a wife but the strongest woman is a mother who is definite about her goals to upbring her child to the seven skies.

Someday In A Thousand Nights Changed Her Life

I wonder if I was even a thought to you? Maybe I crossed your mind for once or maybe you still had feelings for me. Thousands of thoughts that crossed my mind, making a twister around my head. These thoughts were making me mad, hunted me every night. The pain was so much to bear and ended up torturing myself. Every day and every night I used to question myself...

Chin Up Girl!

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Nothing lasts forever, but you know what does? Memories. You can erase a person from your life, pictures, contacts, gifts and even from their existence but you can never erase the time, the moments, and everything you shared with them and every single moment you spent with them. They’re gone, just gone in a flash. They’re not with you anymore but they left a lot with you, so much that you just cannot throw away or burn. All that you can't do is forget or remove them. That's everything that will stay with you forever.

Memories good or bad, beautiful or ugly, best or worst doesn't matter, all that matters is that they left the hardest thing on you, and you were strong enough to fight through it.

I HATE MYSELF

A story never heard nor wrote. My life is that myth. Everything was perfect, my life was amazing. It was complete, and after losing my parents when I was 2 years old, I only had my brother who was mentally not well. I wasn’t a rich girl, I was living a poor hard life but I had love surrounding me. I had everything I wanted, I was happy and soon me and my fiancé were going to get married. Both of us belonged to the same class and were living a life of hardwork but we loved each other and that makes every other thing small. I loved him crazily, I was mad after him. So was he. I was living a life of fairytales.

Confused

Confused. Ten different things came to her mind at once. She sat there wondering. Yes they had became friends, just friends for a long time back, but why didn't it felt like that? Why did they still talked like they weren't the one? They had started talking from like eight months, the first time she had felt something like this happening inside her, it was just two months later they had chosen separate paths. But fate had made them one for once again, but again, for how long?