One day, instead of blue, sky started raining red, like she said, and everything changed. That she’ll not break my heart into a thousand pieces. And I believed her. I believed her with my whole-heart, denying the fact that promises made in the name of love, were never meant to happen.
Her name was Cordelia, my precious Cordelia, how foolish was I by thinking she would love me as I did? She said that she will love me until the roses start to bloom in winter, until that the sun rises from west, until the rain is deep-red instead of ocean blue. Did she had time for keeping the promises? Can I really blame her for this?
In the end, it was my heart shattering like glass, mine that felt heavy as mountains. Why she had to be so cruel, leaving me like this, alone and empty. Her laugh was a melody from heaven, whenever that sweet song reaches to my ears, I would have thought that I deserve being in heaven. Oh god, how wrong was I?
It felt like my life had no purpose, not a single reason to live without you. You were like the only part of my heart and I, a fool, did nothing to stop you from leaving. Maybe this was our problem Cordelia, my love for you was so endless, that you had no space in your heart to love me back. You said that you can’t find the missing piece in your soul, but my missing piece was you Cordelia. Cordelia, Cordelia, my Cordelia… Sometimes, I wish I were one of the stars—you always admired how they shined so brightly, even in their loneliest moments. I never imagined that you would become one of them.
I wish that you could give me the slightest bit of your warmth, a glimpse of your look, though I would want more and more, how can I even get enough of you Cordelia? You were like a butterfly in my life, spread joy to it, and then gone, because butterflies are meant to live for only one day, unable to understand how much color they brought to someone else’s existence. And you, Cordelia, even though you are gone now, I don’t have a single day without thinking about you. I love you, I love you, I love you.