Folded Chapters

Life is a movie. Every second is a chapter. Every life is a book, waiting for it to have its shine. Here are some chapters I folded in this life of mine. People who taught me, and went through my life. Some I hated and loved, cherished and cared for but I'll always remember because of the corners that, have folds. This is the diary of the journalist who loved. Who wrote tons of poems for every person she loved. Sometimes, we do our all for the one we love. Yet why is this undying love always discarded? Maybe my love is only for the retarded? These promises broke me, they told me they would stay. Still, this hurt, stays like the border of heaven and hell. Yet these people will always be my favorite chapter. As I narrate the stories in my view, I know are twisted because I got blinded by love too. As you browse through this story, know that I'm experiencing it too. When you crave love, you take what you can get. And my desperation is here in the stories I tell. I just want to be loved, so I take even the most rotten apples. Just so I can feel, even if its not true. Even if it wasn't who wanted it to.