No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path. But drink to that, in the end, we are all just humans drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal brokenness
I always believed the fact that if things are bound to happen, they somehow, surely will. But that does not mean that we don’t have to work for it. There was a phase when I wanted to talk about the things my tongue was always frantic to spit out. But that’s the thing you know, no one ever asks. And if people do, feelings still remain unheard. May be not everyone has that power to feel what you say. May be frequencies are hard to be matched.
And then you can’t take heed from the accidents that are presaged to happen. Life happened, and in that phase of emotionally vulnerable stance, you happened too.
Of all the ill-fated circumstances I’ve been through, seeing parts of my life turning into a story, I do not want my life to become a story anymore. For stories begin to end and I want an eternal love. But sadly, eternity shatters and so do the hearts. Who has ever been able to escape the tragic endings. So yes, even if it ends, I still want to love.
I hope you do not leave my side, whenever I act insane, moody, clingy or hard to handle. I hope, ten years down the line, we have the same respect for each other, as we have now. I hope you’ll always be my support whenever I go through by worst, down on my knees. I hope you’d someday be capable to fill my veins with happiness and could excite my veins with your presence and replace the sadness that bleeds through my eyes. I hope that you’d be scared to lose me tomorrow as you’re sacred to lose me now. I hope it gets better with time. And if someday, destiny parts our ways, I hope you won’t let me go without a fight. I want to feel that rage of losing me, burning you inside. And despite of reaching on the verge of giving up on us, I want you to keep fighting for us.
Believe me, I know how it feels to be half loved. I promise you, I’ll try hard to never see you waking through that lane. Maybe someday, my frozen parts will revive again and I’ll love you the way a drowning man loves air. It would destroy me to have you just a little. And someday, I hope, I would be head over heels for you. I would love you more than I would have ever loved anyone.
I’m scared as hell, to want you, to keep you. But here I’m, having you anyways!
I’ve realized that the Beatles got it wrong. Love isn’t all we need. Love is all there is.