We see them, we like them, we chase them, we get them, we lose them.
We fall for all the sugar-coated dialogues, failing to notice the truth that lies beneath.
We surrender ourselves, making each cell in our body vulnerable.
He touches you, and your insides cringe. He looks at you, and you suddenly feel yourself becoming even more transparent with each passing second. Its like any minute he'll see through you and rip you apart. And you know what's funny? You can't help it. Why? Because you're the one responsible for all the mess. You're the one who gave him the right to take your life in his hands to either curl it up into a ball and toss it around, or keep rubbing it till it turns into dust.
His words taunt you day and night, like arrows piecing your flesh. Neither can you cry out loud, nor can you hide your tears, cause you know that if it all piles up, then you're gonna explode, and that'll be the end of you. And all this for whom? For someone who beguiled you through fallacious promises, and left your heart integrated into gazillion pieces. Is it fair? Do you deserve those sleepless nights? Do you deserve to go through Hell? No, you don't. No girl does. No girl should. Ever.
True that the spell of love takes its own sweet time to weary off, but remember, someday you will get over him. If you could go on for days and weeks and still survive without him being by your side, then that means you're stronger than you imagined, cause you could have collapsed, but you didn't. Instead, you faced all that bunkum, and not for once did you flinch in the eyes of others when your inner self was whimpering with the loss of your apparent world. And trust me, it was all worth it; all those late-night trips to Memoryville, all those broken fragments of glass, all that 'smiling through your tears' act; all of it, just all of it. Cause now you know your worth; you know that you deserve someone who'll see his world in you, and not bring your's come crashing down the roof.
Yes, you'll move on, cause Life ultimately teaches you how, and you'll realise that maybe it wasn't 'your' time back then, maybe you'll have to wait. For the one, for the one who belongs to you, and only to you.
Now on a lighter note, do you know what the tragedy is?
It’s just that the guy you want doesn't know you exist, and the guy who likes you is the one you don’t want.
Tragic, I know.
*sigh*
