A beautiful, healthy, strong and loving relationship. Where two people are so engrossed in each other that losing sight of everything and everyone else becomes not only a possibility, but also a reality. A reality that they live for one year. They prioritize each other over everything and everybody else. They lose friends, they miss important appointments, but at the end of the day, they have each other. They fight, yes, but the love and affection gets them through it.
And one day its over. She decides it and he has no option but to agree.
Unfair? You bet.
Practical? She thought so.
Difficult? More than anything she had ever done.
But it was done. She hoped and prayed he'd stay in her life, the same old "I want to be friends" sob story. But ofcourse, she made the decision to be apart, he made the decision to break away.
This is not a new story. Its an age old saga that continues to plague the lives of young men and women today. I've heard the story, many, many times. But its always a different experience when it happens to US, no? Then its not a story anymore, then its a reality you have to live with everyday. And live with it I can. But what I dont understand is the immaturity. The un-required display of anger. The harshness and the brutality. The crudeness of the hatred. Where does the hatred come from? After 380 days of love, how can hatred instantly overshadow the affection? I'm thinking the anger transforms the love into hate. WIthout love, there is no hate, is there? There cannot be. Or is this just my naivety? Am I drawing this conclusion to console myself, to reassure myself that the love was not superficial and it was not shallow. Because if that love and that affection was not real, then how can anything else be expected to last?
Every relationship is different. [side note: I tend to start all my paragraphs with cliches.] Absolutely it is! Every human being is different and every person is unique, which is another way of saying that nobody is... But anyway! Every relationship is supposed to enrich our lives and teach us something new and prepare us for..... blah blah blaaaahagfiuadhfcaushvidfsj. THEN HOW DO YOU KNOW WHICH IS THE RIGHT ONE? When you're in it every goddamned relationship seems to be THE ONE. Every boy seems to be THE ONE. And then it all comes crashing down and you pick up the pieces and start over.... Just so that it can all come crashing down again.
I feel hopeless. I feel angry. I feel like I want to hit something. I feel sad. And I cannot but help the tears I'm trying really hard to push back. There's a part of me saying I'm not the only one, that there are millions of people out there feeling the way I feel. And then there's another part of me that says there must be something wrong with JUST ME. That I'm self-destructive. That I wont let myself be happy. That I push away a good thing when I see it because I'm absolutely mental. That even though I have the best thing in hand right now, I will search for a reason to be upset because too much happiness can never be a good thing, right?
F**k this, I'm going to study.
And one day its over. She decides it and he has no option but to agree.
Unfair? You bet.
Practical? She thought so.
Difficult? More than anything she had ever done.
But it was done. She hoped and prayed he'd stay in her life, the same old "I want to be friends" sob story. But ofcourse, she made the decision to be apart, he made the decision to break away.
This is not a new story. Its an age old saga that continues to plague the lives of young men and women today. I've heard the story, many, many times. But its always a different experience when it happens to US, no? Then its not a story anymore, then its a reality you have to live with everyday. And live with it I can. But what I dont understand is the immaturity. The un-required display of anger. The harshness and the brutality. The crudeness of the hatred. Where does the hatred come from? After 380 days of love, how can hatred instantly overshadow the affection? I'm thinking the anger transforms the love into hate. WIthout love, there is no hate, is there? There cannot be. Or is this just my naivety? Am I drawing this conclusion to console myself, to reassure myself that the love was not superficial and it was not shallow. Because if that love and that affection was not real, then how can anything else be expected to last?
Every relationship is different. [side note: I tend to start all my paragraphs with cliches.] Absolutely it is! Every human being is different and every person is unique, which is another way of saying that nobody is... But anyway! Every relationship is supposed to enrich our lives and teach us something new and prepare us for..... blah blah blaaaahagfiuadhfcaushvidfsj. THEN HOW DO YOU KNOW WHICH IS THE RIGHT ONE? When you're in it every goddamned relationship seems to be THE ONE. Every boy seems to be THE ONE. And then it all comes crashing down and you pick up the pieces and start over.... Just so that it can all come crashing down again.
I feel hopeless. I feel angry. I feel like I want to hit something. I feel sad. And I cannot but help the tears I'm trying really hard to push back. There's a part of me saying I'm not the only one, that there are millions of people out there feeling the way I feel. And then there's another part of me that says there must be something wrong with JUST ME. That I'm self-destructive. That I wont let myself be happy. That I push away a good thing when I see it because I'm absolutely mental. That even though I have the best thing in hand right now, I will search for a reason to be upset because too much happiness can never be a good thing, right?
F**k this, I'm going to study.
