As It Wilts...

...Like a flower that wilts yet its stem stays strong described out relationship. The contact, the presence, the loyalty, the ambience of our relationship slowly wilted. Yet, our love was the stem, strong and firm, but I had to leave, as the seasons have to change and the flowers have to wilt with the changing seasons...

...It wasn’t for me to decide, the slow progress of our diminishing could not be held back, once again, as the seasons cannot be stopped. Her parents would not have approved, not only of me, of anyone that was like me. Be it so, I cannot change, I have been nurtured into what i am and for no one can I be different, not even for myself...

...I’m not selfish, I’m honest, call it whatever you may, acceptance is valued trait and I should be accepted for who or what I am. As long as I can treat their valued daughter how a queen should be treated, which i did, there shall be no dilemma, no?...

...But...

...Maybe it was for the best, maybe that’s just a quote with the underlying definition which makes a lonely man feel some sort of sympathy for committing an action which he regrets...Maybe not...

...I call it unconditional love, for whatever she may do, whoever she may be in her life time i shall not go back on my feelings for my heart does not deceive me. The only time, I say, the only time I shall be broken is if we exchange gazes and I perceive the same passion from her as before...I lie to you not that my heart shall shatter to a thousand dissimilar pieces, like a puzzle in which the pieces cannot fit, cannot complete...I can’t go back...What I have done, I have done and I can’t go back...It shall be against my will...

Because that’s how it wilts.

...This is just a quick monologue...