You know they say,” Pain teaches us the lessons of life.”
Yes, they do; but today let me take you to the consequences of that lesson, that pain…
I always loved a girl, I still do but she was the opposite side of me… I was the speaker, she was the silence, I was the naughty, she was the calmness…
But yes, she was not perfect just like me. And our relationship faced a lot of ups and downs but the problem with me was that I was far too sensitive and as a result; at the end of it, at the end of pain, I could just be happy that finally it was over…
Gradually, I realised I had changed a lot… for both positive and negative. I had become more understanding, more calm, more prone to disappointments… Initially, I was happy that I had learned so much from my pain, but…..
Slowly, slowly I started realising the bad effects….
I… I… The person who used to find happiness in the smallest of things, started searching for pain everywhere… Gradually I was losing my appetite, my confidence, my strength…
Every now and then, I became upset because of the distance between us… And her silent nature at this crucial time killed me….
I started realising how weak and fragile my heart had become, how I was losing hope….
And even more painful was to know that my love was the very reason behind it….
I was losing myself somewhere….
Didn’t knew if I would be able to get back to my self again…
As a matter of fact, I didn’t know what was happening with me….
What I did know was that….
It was the consequence of my pain….
to be continued….