1 love You
'I love you' what does it mean, words often used to hide deception.
A way of gaining trust and one's individual interest.
A vortex of deceit if not truly meant.
Because if someone says I love you and truly means it then your world seems perfect.
Sadly I got someone who truly was in love with me but I didn't seem to see or care about him. You see life isn't as easy as it's played out to be .
Those who truly love you are hard to find or in my case its hard for you to realise the kind of love they carry in their hearts for a particular person.
Dean, the man whom I chose over him, the one who managed to steal my heart, the one I trusted with every drop of blood in my veins only to have him crush me like a bug.
Zayn the man who loved me even as he took his last breathe. I watched the light vanish from his coco brown eyes just moments after he told me the three words that broke my soul.
Never will I see that crooked smile of his when he sees my face after making a point. Nor hold his hand while walking in the park or him frustrated when he remembers the good times we had and I such a stupid idiot act like I don't know what he is talking about.
Or his scent of apples and mint breathe that bland well together, his appearance alone I shall miss.
I just couldn't hold it in anymore so I cried out. That's when I felt a pair of hands engulf me and I realized I wasn't alone. ' Zion calm down , darling calm down. He won't come back if you shed tears for him now will he,' Trisha said. At the mention of that name I cried more, while growing up in south Sudan people in our village would always say Zion and Zayn will one day get married. That dream will never be fulfilled, his dead never to return.
Trish just like me was good friends with Zayn but he was more close to me.
We currently live in Uganda but are actually South Sudanese by nationality.
'Really Trish,' I say ' You expect me to act like nothing happened like hi..his' I stutter not gone I manage to say. For the past month I have been coming here to his grave. Him being dead is a hard concept to grasp. Out of no where my thoughts are interrupted when we hear someone shout.
'Hey bitch, you still mourning for that fucker.' Said the voice which I knew all to well, the asshole that took him away from me and immediately I turned he was there looking exactly as I remember with that cold sadistic smile of his.
A/N ..
This is the firstđ novel I like that I have ever wrote so please đvote and comment for another part because it makes us doubt𤧠ourselves if you guys don't thanks.
