I was dedicated, heavily infatuated. And one might say deeply intoxicated. Drunk and needed to be medicated. For the love grew strong and I hesitated. Everything we talked about became related. New memories were constantly being created. After talking for some time we finally dated. Locks of love like it was braided. You knew all my secrets and the truth was naked. But over time our relationship had faded. And soon enough the love turned into hatred. My joyful moods quickly became irritated. All this time and effort seemed to be wasted. Ruining everything we had created. Late replies, like happy belated. And despite our differences, we had finally separated.