Most of us have been through that road of “what if”. we sit through the night, one day and stare into the walls wondering if we could have fixed it. if there was just the slightest, the tiniest of chances available – to save what fell apart. but you know what? there’s nothing you can do about it anymore.All you can do is learn your lesson. there’s no point wishing you had done differently. the past is the past. let go. life happens and life falls apart. we all have had our share of mistakes that can’t be undone anymore. it hurts, agreed. a lot, perhaps. because what are we if not the regrets of what is lost?it stays with you, you know? the idea of an alternative ending. maybe an apology could have saved it. maybe some patience could have resulted in you ending up in their arms. maybe a confession or a thank you, maybe a sentence not said — maybe and so many of them — it stays with you. it haunts you at random intervals.but there is actually nothing you can do about it. we have to
A sensitive person at heart becomes more complicated with years and tears. You start off as a very simple person. You are good at heart, and it shows. It shows in your words and actions. But with time, your soul keeps gathering the scars for being good. Your heart starts getting heavier from the lies and betrayals. You get tired of getting used by people. So you feel confused now. Is there something wrong with me? Why do people treat me like shit? Should I change myself? Am I being too soft, too pure? When you try to change, you fail to become a more emotionally strong person, a more selfish person. You always go back to being your real self, your nice self. And that purity is admirable, yes. But eventually, you give up on being real. You start to hide your sensitive side. You don’t want people to use you or take you for granted. You don’t want people to make fun of you for feeling so much and feeling so purely. So you try extra hard to appear more strong, at times even heartless and
Love is such a beautiful emotion that we somehow don’t even notice when it turns ugly. We keep burning in that fire just because our cold soul needs some warmth. That’s what happens in one-sided love. It keeps you there, hanging in hope, just because what you feel is just too pure to let go. And it hurts. It feels like a seething pain in your bones. To look into those eyes, helplessly, as you search for the same emotions and same intensity. It makes you weak. It makes you pray. It makes you blind. It makes you blind to many things that are hurting you. With every little thing that brings you pain, you are like “it’s okay. Maybe, I was expecting too much.” But that’s a lie. You were expecting what you would do for that person, a million times, with a smile on your face. You were not too demanding. You were just too much in love. You just cared too much. You just made that person too important. And you did that when you meant nothing to that person. How can that not burn your soul? How
Most of us have been through that road of “what if”. we sit through the night, one day and stare into the walls wondering if we could have fixed it. if there was just the slightest, the tiniest of chances available – to save what fell apart. but you know what? there’s nothing you can do about it anymore.All you can do is learn your lesson. there’s no point wishing you had done differently. The past is the past. let go. life happens and life falls apart. we all have had our share of mistakes that can’t be undone anymore. it hurts, agreed. a lot, perhaps. because what are we if not the regrets of what is lost?it stays with you, you know? the idea of an alternative ending. Maybe an apology could have saved it. maybe some patience could have resulted in you ending up in their arms. maybe a confession or a thank you, maybe a sentence not said — maybe and so many of them — it stays with you. it haunts you in random intervals.but there is actually nothing you can do about it. We have to
"Brandon…listen.." She said to him, facing him. "Please switch on the lights, Let me see you first." She said to him, smiling. But his face turned stiff hearing this. He was trying to distract her with his sweet talks and his touch and kisses. "No…" He groaned in anger all of sudden. She didn't understand the unexpected change in his tone. Before she could feel anything wrong, he caressed her cheek."The whole hospital has some power cut issue, that's why they have cut it for some hours." He said to her calmly. She nodded to him. "Sunshine, Are you happy now?" He asked her genuinely. She smiled at him, and stood on her toes and came close to him. She grabbed his cheeks between her palm and put her lips on his. She kisses him lightly. It was a sweet kiss. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him. How happy she is today. He tilted his head so their mouths were at equal level before he softly placed his lips against her, kissing her slowly. Oh so slowly. Her lips immediately re
Let’s start from the first conversation. A man wants his woman to treat him as an innocent until proven guilty. He knows that there are super bad men out there who have done you wrong. But why should he carry the baggage of wrongs done by other men? I know, most men will keep chasing you even when you push them away because you say “I don’t trust, men.” But a gentleman will quit, right there, right then. Only a man with no self-respect will stay where respect is not being served. Start with a clean slate, no judgments, no baggage.Men are weak, emotionally. They try to appear all tough and macho. But they need the same care, the same love, the same warmth, and the same reassurance that a woman craves. Yes, don’t be his mother. But be his soulmate. Most men suck with emotions, so please be more patient. Please try to read his eyes and listen to his silence. He is dying to burst into tears in your arms. He is just that one tight hug away from sharing everything. Be the strong woman who
When I hold your hand, it gives me a feeling that you are mine. Not as if I own you, but you are mine. You belong to me. Are you getting me? It’s like me holding something that I hold so dear. And it’s not to show others that you are mine. No. I love to hold your hand more when it’s just two of us alone. It’s about me feeling that you belong to me. Even when the grip is feather light, I know that you are my closest. Even when I squeeze your hand tightly, it’s the most delicate moment I feel. There is just something so intimate about our palms coming together and our fingers locking in. And I love that smooth caressing of your thumb on my hand. It feels like you telling me – I love you too. And I love this I love you. We don’t say it with our mouths. We just feel it with our bones and skin.I even remember the moments, like literally. These memories come back like chilly wind my face. And the special thing is that I feel that exact touch. I don’t just get a flashback of the scene. I
She gave him a nod, not able to speak. He had a gun in his hand. He was dressed in an ink black suit that looked expensive. He was bald and giant from his enormous muscles.He looked stronger than this disgusting monster. And this man saved me. I feel saved.His black eyes turned to the man with Jason harshly. From the corner of her eye, she saw him trying to smoothly back away from them, but he didn't have much luck. Oliver stalked toward him and directed the gun at him as he stopped him from moving by pushing his foot harshly on his hand. Oliver put pressure on his foot, twisting it, as the monster cried out in pain. She saw the glimpse of satisfaction on Oliver's face. Like he was enjoying this. Like he lives by tormenting people.She looked around to think about something. She cried remembering Brandon. Where are you Brandon? Please come!!! Please save me.A few minutes ago she was happily going home and what happened suddenly. Why can't her past just leave her alone?Why?"Boss i