Heavy-hearted for having this sort of feeling. I couldn’t sleep for the past few days. At most, at 3.30 in the morning these eyes fallen asleep.
Left out, ignored. Double-standard.
I don’t know. I tried. But I couldn’t keep it any longer. It is killing me from the inside. Confronted. But the justification is unveiled. He’d never let me know but to keep it to himself.
He has his own justifications, and I have my own reasons to feel the way I am feeling.
Nobody knows my past better than you do. My childhood, my adolescence. And I am growing with you by my side all the time. I deserve to have the attention and love as well.
Am I your Lady? ‘Coz you are my Man.