You failed to understand my love for you, leading me to curse myself to have never given up on you.
Little did others know, that many a times I almost did, only that I lacked the courage to accept it.
It was all until you proved me wrong – that you weren’t the one who didn’t understand, it was me.
In my umpteen visits, the suicide point had never looked more fresh and beautiful than the night you proposed to me.
I don’t know why you chose the place, but I am glad you did because now, for me, that place signifies hope. And love.
Until later 🙂
Linking this write-up to the Five Sentence Fiction at Lillie Mcferrin’s
Enjoyed your five sentences. Nicely done!
Oh wow, quite a take on the suicide point.
Did someone really propose to you near the point? 🙂 I liked how you turned some place negative into positive 😀
Nope, I have never been to the place. I wanted to turn a negative plot into a positive one rather than the other way around 🙂 Thanks!