Love stories.
Love Stories. They are never enough. Whether it’s from 16th century or the 21st. If it’s true, it will definitely make you cry.
Do you know why? Because real ones, barely get their endings.
I know you will think that it’s not like a movie script or a show, in real life either you get what you really want or end up loving what you get.
Because if someone tells me it’s all about compromise then I will never believe them. Even for a second.
You don’t compromise for love. That’s a type of adjustment or a negotiation which might work in business deals, but love stories? they are not meant for that.
Love is sacrifice, of course not in everyone’s case but it is. It’s very different from comprise. What you probably confuse it with. Because you know, “you were blind in 'love’ ”.
You adjust, change, turn your life upside down for what is needed in your life but not for something what is meant to be because the meant to be’s doesn’t require a constant push.
You might realize it late but that won’t be good. At least not for you.
Are you getting the point?
No, right? you won’t. Because I’m not there yet. There are things in this world that will be very close to your heart. At times you will be so attached that you’ll barely be able to live without them.
That first touch or the time when they called your name. The time when all you wanted to feel was the warmth of that cup of hot coffee you always had in your cold palms when they were around during those chilly winter mornings.
All of it just makes you crazy but if I talk honestly, I feel gross and cheesy. I guess, it will be like that until I find that gross person in my life who makes me realise that those gross feelings are actually the “romantic butterflies” in my stomach. It’s crazy, right?
But you would only remember that smile. That unnoticed look and the love that was never confessed. All these things will make it so difficult for you to breath, even in a room with windows large enough to fit your jumping schemes.
Those cold palms will be dying, just to get that warmth again. The love that just wanted to be rekindled.
But then again, why do you forget?you were always the one left behind, to cry.
You were always there even when you were abandoned again and again for them to be with someone more understanding because you were still too immature to understand the adult love they wanted.
Leaving you to wander alone on that half paved path of love you started building together, that promise for a lifetime guarantee of happiness.
Was that all just a sham? Will you ever be able to leave that path and move again? Will you be able to pull this sham off, all by yourself?
These are just one of the gazillion questions you are going to ask yourself every day and it will play in your mind every second, on repeat.
But the biggest doubt you will ever have and the guilt that will make you feel nauseous or hurt like hell, were you ever even loved? Was the story even yours or hell, if it even was a love story?
P. S. — I don’t know much about love but I can write about it up until someone start asking logical questions regarding it.
Just a random thought, if we start charging people on whom we spent even a second to like them or fall in love with them then कितने अमीर हो जाएंगे सब। 💁🏽♀️
