I was basking in the glorious Sun, when that delicate creeper tapped at my feet and innocently smiled, said it’s called Love.
It promised me sweet smelling blossoms everyday, its weightlessness around my body, if I nurtured it with attention and caressing kisses.
I embraced it with open arms.
I noticed it grew stronger, filling me with pleasant joys at dawn and exotic ones at dusk.
I gave it all the attention I could, the kisses my mouth could offer.
It thrilled me to know that I had a magical creeper, hid it from the world, my very own secret.
So lost I was, in love, I dint realize till one day, it had grown thicker, heavier and coarse.
It stopped blooming flowers, was covered with prickly thorns that jabbed my body. Pain spread to the mind, leaving memories of young love behind.
Yet I held on, reminding love of the sweetness, the promises I kept, the kisses I gave…
I fell short of finishing my sentence, when I saw in wide eyed horror, love had now become a tree vine, so strong, so wide and browned, and it had entwined my throat, narrowed my wind pipe, choked my life out .
Love killed me…Love killed me…