Imagine doing a love marriage in a haste, sedated with the drug of ‘Infatuation’ and pressed by unfavorable conditions, whom you thought would be the love of your life turns out to be the very reason you lose yourself.
I have never been much of a talker in my real life, Yes I slip my concrete beliefs but I have never presented my personal self before anyone. The utter courage I mustered to write about things blunt and clears brings me to - 'She can Fly'. A series of me, barking my truth ruthlessly.
I have been in the blanket of jade for the past couple of days. Yes, that's what I am quoting to convince myself to adapt to the vibe, to just let things be, to push a little harder, to just make things right - when in reality, nothing is.
His eyes still call me, his odor still crawls on me, home - I left behind on the account of inferiority, on the ground of jade. I love him but I am failing to stand in front of him, I can't meet his eyes. I feel low, down - overshadowed by his narcissistic demeanor. I miss him dearly. Matt Rifle, I miss you, I love you, I crave you.
A gathering put on in order to clamp the relations with the society. We have been together for four years now, it feels like we have been together for eternity. He’s doing decently in the engeenering sector and I am surfing over my book and my degree. We have been through a lot, the past few weeks have just had us distorted. We crashed and dashed to hit what seemed like our halt, but the parachute opened and carried us through this dash too. We have moved in together, at 21. For now what our parents know is he is out because of his regular meetings of his biggest project and me thriving my way up along the bunch of obligations that I am to adhere to. Parents are happy, so are we. The little home we both co-parenting in is very homey, the aroma of it evokes nothing but love, the lullabies of it dust us with nothing but ebullience.
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07 May, 2022
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29 April, 2022
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27 April, 2022
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It was 21th April - both of the impatient hormonally fidgeting bodies have been waiting to step in the closest possible radiance of one another. And, after the catastrophic storm they strided against - the last thing that was craved was - auras wrapping each other, with so much diligence and so much tenderness - that could heal all their melancholy collectively.
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He - a narcissistic asshole. He - a delicate scared little baby, morphing and fooling the world. He - a dictator after the physical bullying he was served with. He - a feeling deprived soul, wandering in search of “Novelty” and ‘money’.
A - she. A - soul. A - scared heart full of shambled insecurities got caught in the net of love. Where she once never wanted people in her life, she ended up having a pretty darn good swain around.
Do you read like a sloth?Do you find it difficult to read those massive books?? So, you've crashed right in the middle of the succinct book.
