"I love you."
I had uttered these words years ago.
To someone I loved a lot.
A lot.
He loved me too. Apparently.
For many years. Apparently.
Until of course someone replaced me.
And it hurt a lot.
A lot.
First love, to be precise.
One never forgets it.
I bet you haven't either.
It haunts you a lot.
A lot.
Moments become Memories.
Dreams become Nightmares.
Promises become Nostalgia.
Destiny ridicules you a lot.
A lot.
And you lose faith.
In everything. Precisely.
"I can never fall in love again."
You reiterate this to yourself a lot.
A lot.
But then life moved on and so did I.
I met someone. And he changed my life.
I was in love again. This time, even more. Lot more.
Lot most.
Life blossomed. And there is no looking back ever since.
He made me be me. And I have not stopped smiling ever since.
"I love you." He said to me. "I love you, so, so much." I said to him.
We haven't stopped saying that ever since.
It just keeps growing, every single day, at every moment; a lot.
A lot. And lots.
