සමහර මිනිස්සු අදටත් ජීවත් වෙලා ඉන්නෙ මැරෙ_න්න තියෙන බය නිසා මිසක් ජීවත් වෙන්න තියෙන ආසවට නෙමෙයි 🥺

I once loved a man deeply. But in the end, he left me, saying that even the best of my love was not enough for him. I thought that I didn't need love in my life anymore. I wrote poems about love, wrote songs, wrote stories, drew pictures, but "I stopped loving." For years, I was thinking, "No, I don't love anymore." But quite by chance, I met a man. I really like people in that artistic scene. Because I want life to be free and peaceful. I firmly believed that life would be free with people in that artistic vibe. He had two blue eyes. When he smiled, those eyes became so small that I couldn't see them. I could stare at him smiling for hours. I couldn't take my eyes off him for a second. He could sing beautifully. He could write. He could draw. I got closer to that man in a way I didn't expect. Believe me, I wanted to fall in love with him. Talk to him for hours. I wanted to meet him face to face. At that time, I wanted to watch him sing a song for me. Draw with him. Go to the places where he has to make one by one with that clay and make it with him. Go read books. When you are reading this, you will think it is very strange. But I wanted to make love with him like that. I wanted to sit freely somewhere near a lake or a river, where you can see water and leaves, and talk for hours. That too, hugging his chest. Forget everything around you and love as if it were just me and you in this whole world. I also thought, when I was like that, I wanted to kiss him whenever I wanted. Unbutton the top button of my shirt and rest my ear on his chest. As long as I could. I also wanted him to hug me and stroke my head gently at that time. To tell me "I love you" just once. But in the end, I had to beg for love from that man. He kept adding more and more reasons to me day by day to say that I was right in my decision not to love others. He broke my heart, which had started to believe in love with great difficulty, into pieces so that I could not even find it. So I will never love again. That's all I know. "Some people die before they even meet the right kind of love. Before that, they need to meet the right kind of love at least once in their lives." Nimmi wasana ❤🍃