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