We met in the most inconvenient way possible. We started our story out of whim. As foolish as it may seem, euphoria really creeps in. We were undeniably happy at the moment. I am undoubtedly in love with everything, especially with you.
You showed me how precious it is to have someone by your side. But you’re not just “someone”. You are my first love, my dream come true. I was walking on cloud nine for some time ─ always smiling and channeling my inner love guru.
For a moment, I was the queen of the world. I felt like the most attractive woman alive. We both felt like the luckiest person for having each other.
I was so caught up with you, with my -est, with my superlative. I was carried away with the thought of a happily ever after until I realized that superlatives are not always on positive form.
Today, you are still my superlative ─ and the worst is yet to come.
You carried me up high, but look at me now, I’m at my lowest. The happiness you gave me before was so surreal, and so is the sorrow I am in now. Right now, I am inane. I solaced myself by trying to put on a facade.
You left me at my weakest, yet I still think you’re the best.