Oshin Ahlawat

She turned to me and asked, “Have you ever still loved someone who hurt you?”

You are not unhappy, because someone else is happy. You’re just not content being alone.

I promised to give you all my time,
but little did I know,
that I wasn’t yours nor you were mine,
for a very long time.

Tell them it’s okay to feel heart-broken. They feel grief equally as us. Yes, they do. Just because it is “said” we are more emotional, doesn’t mean they don’t feel bad at all. They do. Maybe even more, perhaps

After a while I realized that I was more in love with our memories than the people we had become because of each other.

You’re ‘expected’ to swallow the hurt and the pain with a smile.

How dull would this world be if everybody looked the same? So “perfect”?

You deserve a standing ovation for being alive and for being you, however you are or how’ve you been, whatever you’ve done or never found the courage to do, for getting through whatever people did to you, for everything.

You’re not lost, because I’ll always keep searching for you. You’re not incomplete, because you complete me. You’re not insufficient, because you’re ENOUGH for me, for everyone in the world who matters. Please don’t forget that.

You love again — maybe not in the same way but a different love; a better one.

Sometimes we expect more from others because we would be willing to do that for them.

Here I go once again, waiting all day for a simple yes or no, and “maybe” is all you say.

The I’ll-never-let-you-go-for-the-rest- of-my-life hug.

I walk on glass floors with glass slippers, I live a very noisy existence.