Every story has its scars!
We all move on. Days pass, nights go by, seasons change and life proceeds. We learn and we grow, we break and we burn, we smile and we cry and then it's all fine. We all move on.
He broke me, tore me apart but I gathered myself up and pretended like everything is fine. I was left with trust issues and hopes of getting along, feeling nothing affected me and put on a brave face and pretended nothing mattered. This pretence, sometimes, becomes our reality. I too wore my pretence and lived it. But life has its own ways to surprise us.
It happened again. A smile, a smile that melted my heart. Hoping not to fall prey again, I just couldn't help it. It's never in the talks, it's all in their gestures. Mannerisms are attractive, no? Helping you out with their kindness, they are always there to make your heart skip a beat. I bid goodbye in my heart but only with the hope of seeing him again and it happened. No talks, no nothing but I could feel a growing attachment to someone who meant nothing. It's rightly said, "nothing lasts forever" and neither did my happiness. I counted days and wished for just one glance but I was hopeful, hope was all I had. Days passed, weeks flew by and months just progressed. Losing all my hopes, I gave up on the thought of even seeing him ever again.
We always give up way too quickly. We believe that when things don't go our way, we should move on and this is when there's a twist in the plot, the miracle that you've always prayed for happens. I did see him, my happiness was here for the long haul, maybe.
We met and I started analyzing. I gauged, at least I tried.There was this pretty smile and that carefree attitude which kept me wanting to know more. Striking a conversation and promising to help each other out there we were holding on to each other (academically though). Even the slightest chance was an opportunity and there were plenty of them. Then there comes a day when we were on our own, the day when I was in awe and awful. There are people who want to hurt you and then there are those who are genuinely themselves, on their own, living their lives with the best thoughts in their minds and still hurt you. It's not because they want to, but they probably don't know what their words mean to you. I went on to understand that some people can't be claimed and are not actually the way they present themselves to be. His kind words, his thoughts were so familiar, it felt I was with myself. Had it been 10 years ahead in time, I would've gone down on my knees. But it's never always that easy. It dawned on me that I'm into someone who's highly neglectful. The only way to get over this was to pretend it never happened and regard that person as someone who is nothing more than a human with a heart of gold and a pure soul.
Our destiny is not held in the stars, every story has its scars!