It all began with a note, Slipping through the desks, passing hands with a message, "You are pretty,I think I love you."
Took me minutes to register, what does pretty has to do with love ?
Fitzgerald once said,“I hope she'll be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”
How do you respond to a confession? Friend, Teach me how you tell someone you think you love them but not to that extent to sacrifice your reputation! But if you can't sacrifice how does it justify that it's love? Well what kind of love can anyone justify! And there it goes, The loop keeps on widening. Circle within a Circle within a mind of its own.
It all began with the thought!
Well, Does it mean you find me pretty that's why love me or You love me that's why I am pretty?
A day later , I heard her talking , They call you pretty, they love you more. With this the loop widens and my question lingers on.
Even after trying for ten years , Giving your heart, sweat and commitment Sometimes it's just not meant to happen...
So, what to do next? Weep and lament over the lost love which you never received? No, All you can do is to just let it go...
I understand ot looks difficult and you are afraid whether you are truly capable enough to do it!
Doubt sure is welcomed.
But believe me, then one day , it all comes to you. The courage to let go of everything that you had buried in your heart- wrapped feelings, discouraged ethics, uncertain signs and the soil you wanted to mix with theirs.
Above all you dig the courage of deleting 90747 messages of last one year which you read all those nights when the day was damp with the unwanted rain and night was dark with unwelcomed clouds.
The courage of deleting the number which was once your ocean and wiping the media and unstarring the messages on your whatsapp chat..
You know, it just happens. It just happens like it just happened, a matter of second...
No questions asked, no queries put forth. You give away the part, Afterall what would you do with a tree which is neither blooming nor withering ?
Nothing.. You do nothing with such tree. you just let uourself know that it's okay for it to be as it is..
You simply walk away because there is nothing you can do about it...
Now,I want to embrace you really tight this time, To cheer you up and to tell you that it's fine to feel light , it's okay to breathe light.
It's okay to not to be okay for sometime .. It's okay to recenter the location of your heart towards your new aspirations and begin again. . . .