…Isn’t it interesting how some of our mothers always ask us about
our love life, social life in general. I can only imagine the expression on my
mom’s face when I say, ‘he’s not one of us’. Her response to “I go out every
weekend (almost)” ,”I failed a test”! But I wish I could tell her…
There comes a time when you have to stop running away from
the reality of life, to stop crying over spilt milk, to stop trying to mend a
broken glass. Even if you can, but these things won’t taste or look the same
anymore. I’m a believer of second chances, or maybe even third or fourth but
when the games over,its over. There comes a sudden time when you act like a
stalker and you don’t even realize it, when you are controlled and carried away
by the emotions that person is not even worth, when you wait all day for that
one call, when you are even willing to embarrass yourself than not to talk to this being at that moment,
when you end up being obsessed about him more than your bestfriend that you
have known years back before him, when you have lost in touch with yourself
because you do what suits him best, when he does finally call and tells you to
do whatever he says, a time when he calls a “thing” infront of his fellows,
when he tells you to change in order for you to be a success, when he indirectly
insults coz in his mind he thinks you probably wont get it anyway, when he doesn’t
want your relationship to be a public ‘thing’, when he never tells you that he
loves you…
Xoxo
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