Loving someone and being loved back is by far the toughest thing. Why? Frankly speaking, I have no clue; considering the fact that most of us spend a lifetime looking for love. Have I loved before? Oh yes! Of course I have loved before. I have been fortunate and not so fortunate. When I say fortunate, I mean that like everyone else, I too got a chance to love someone and when I say not so fortunate, what I mean is that like most of us, I too blew it away. Am I sorry for that? Believe you me, I am. All I can say is that I have bled and that too to an extent that I feel anemic now.
“Such is my love, to thee I so belong
“Such is my love, to thee I so belong
That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.”
We rant and whine and crib for want of someone in our life. We say that we’d go to any extent to get the person in question; willing to defy all odds and to sacrifice all that we can. We even get to begging in front of the person to take us back into their life; asking for one last chance to prove worthiness and to make every wrong right. And so we get our second chance; only to once again throw it away. Classic, isn’t it? I personally believe that, all things that have a price tag attached to it, each and every god damn thing that money can buy, howsoever expensive it might be, is the cheapest and the easiest to get. Well, if I can buy it then someone somewhere else can buy it too; all that they have to do is perhaps spend an obscene amount of money on it. The most expensive and the toughest thing, in my opinion, is to preserve a relationship; to give a moments happiness to someone; to brighten someone’s life with mere presence and to love unconditionally. That, my friends, is the toughest thing to do; as it hangs by a mere thread. A little off-balance and snap goes the thread. Breaking everything and destroying all the hard work and the honest effort.
We rant and whine and crib for want of someone in our life. We say that we’d go to any extent to get the person in question; willing to defy all odds and to sacrifice all that we can. We even get to begging in front of the person to take us back into their life; asking for one last chance to prove worthiness and to make every wrong right. And so we get our second chance; only to once again throw it away. Classic, isn’t it? I personally believe that, all things that have a price tag attached to it, each and every god damn thing that money can buy, howsoever expensive it might be, is the cheapest and the easiest to get. Well, if I can buy it then someone somewhere else can buy it too; all that they have to do is perhaps spend an obscene amount of money on it. The most expensive and the toughest thing, in my opinion, is to preserve a relationship; to give a moments happiness to someone; to brighten someone’s life with mere presence and to love unconditionally. That, my friends, is the toughest thing to do; as it hangs by a mere thread. A little off-balance and snap goes the thread. Breaking everything and destroying all the hard work and the honest effort.
I have completely stopped thinking about love; well at least for the moment. And it doesn’t hurt me anymore to realize that I don’t have someone as special in my life. If I am fortunate enough then perhaps someday I will find someone who could love me and give me a chance to love back. Nonetheless, what hurts me most is to see someone who I know and who is close to me suffering in the cause of love; anxiously waiting for that one moment that never occurs in time, that one call which is never made and that one message which never reaches. I have never seen someone so unfortunate in my life; someone who is loved with so much passion, dedication and persuasion; that very someone who doesn’t really care about any of this. I bleed to see either person suffering as much even when each of them confess that they are in love with one another- ironical, very ironical. I wish we had a better sense of understanding than what we display and could perhaps comprehend the importance of something as pure as love. Otherwise, what remains is pure guilt and nothing more, when love is lost.
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