I loved her more than anyone else
I don't know how to explain this
Because she is not a mother, she was either a friend or a brother.
Nor a lover she was.
But I could say that I felt for her more than I did with anybody else.
Not that I felt for her as a face or a body.
But as a person and as an idea.
I am not in love with her.
But I loved her so so much.
I would die for her.
Its true,
I am not ready to live
Not for her, and not for me.
Nor for anybody else.
Not yet!
But I am ready to sacrifice..
To shed a tear?
To give my life...