...those who died when they love.






I am one of them,
Those who died when they love.
I was a gem,
But he was all above.
Society was the problem,
And I was wearing a glove.
My hands were tied,
Their mouths were wide.
He could not do anything,
And our love died.





I am one of them, those who died when they loved. It's not a tale of fairytales or happy endings, but rather a story of heartbreak and sacrifice that I am burdened to share.

I was just an ordinary girl living in a small town. Life had been simple and predictable until the day I met him. He had a charm that captivated my heart from the moment our eyes met. Little did I know that this encounter would mark the beginning of a bittersweet journey.
We started off as friends, sharing laughter, dreams, and secrets under the moonlit sky. As time passed, our friendship bloomed into something deeper, something we couldn't deny. Love covered us like a warm hug, filling our lives with joy and hope.

We started to get more closer and decided to make this relationship, a serious thing. But fate had other plans for us. Although our love was passionate, it was forbidden. He belonged to a different world, a world where our love was deemed unacceptable. Our families and society stood in opposition, putting up barriers that seemed impossible to overcome.
Yet, we chose to fight. We believed that our love could conquer these obstacles, that it could stand anything the world threw at us. So we held onto each other, celebrating stolen moments, all the while knowing that our love was tearing us apart from the inside.
With time, the burden of our forbidden love became too heavy to bear. The pressure from our families and the judgment from society started to suffocate us. We began to fight on small things and it was creating very big holes in the net od our love. We couldn't escape the reality that our love was tearing us apart, slowly but surely.
Then, we made the painful decision to let go. It was the only way to protect ourselves and those we held dear. We knew that in doing so, a part of us would die, forever lost in the depths of our broken hearts.
As I stand here now, looking back, tears well up in my eyes. The pain is still rough, the wounds still hurtfull. Yet, I find peace in knowing that our love was real, that we were brave enough to love against all odds.
I am one of them, those who died when they loved. For me, the word 'died' does not mean to attempt suicide, it just 'died' by heart. My heart died, when I lost him. And though my heart may forever bear the scars of this tragic love, I carry our story as a reminder that true love is worth fighting for. 


I stop my favourite pen on that last full stop. "I am one of them, those who died when they loved." This was a sentence given by our creative writing professor. In that five minutes, I wrote this story. I hope he will like it.







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