"MY" immortal beloved

Some love stories are not meant to be completed.

Some love stories have no endings.

Some love stories go on infinitely with no answers or closure.

I never knew that memories could wear off and its colors start fading. I always thought that I could go back to this perfect memory in my head and let my self-surrender to the overwhelming emotions and live moments of serenity.
I’m not sure if its fading off means I’m over it, or he’s over it or if it means it’s time to let go. But I know that till the time comes and I can’t hear it, feel it or see the different colors that shaped it, I will go back to it.
To him, with his corny smile and unpredictable sense of humor, my overwhelming happiness, my weakness and my laughter.

Some love stories are not meant to end, we carry them in our hearts in a dark purple walls room, in the deepest of our souls right next to our darkest secrets and biggest fears. We carry them with us to remind us of the possible; of how far we can go for love and how much love we should be given.

And just like Elizabeth Gilbert said: “A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.

A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master...”

You never die from love, but not getting over it might kill you. Just like plunging into water doesn’t mean you’re drowning, it’s staying there what takes your breath away.

I'm still underwater... barely breathing!