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A letter for the souls in pain

 

Isn't it strange how love works? 

Walking from empty spaces to tall skyscrapers, 

Tall skyscrapers to secret alleyways,

Secret alleyways to empty spaces again. 


We feel intensely, we act on our feelings leading to decisions that could make or break us. Honestly, who told us love was easy? Our hearts could never ever be fully ready to overcome the highs and lows of unknown roads and yet, here we are, ready to risk our hearts for people who were once strangers. The vulnerability people hold closely to themselves, kept hidden in tightly enclosed rooms, locked in the strings of their blood vessels, and yet, it get all loose, untied and full of holes when a person comes along. The intensity of an emotion no one could simply comprehend with words but somehow, simple phrases can easily tore hearts apart. There is no middle ground with love, no staying within the lines because in the end, we break our rules for souls. We tell ourselves, next time we will get stronger, braver, be our own saviour when we meet love but who exactly remembers everything in the face of a complicated emotion. Let's be real, we seek for the love we want from movies, books, storytellers, perfect plot lines because of how complete it felt, almost like a safe room we seek solace from. We keep pages and pages of adjectives and descriptions representing what we want from a soul, hoping we come across once in a blue moon. From almost situations to years of involvement, we can't possibly predict the ideal amount of time to experience love. Sometimes, the best kind of things comes from the toughest, darkest solemn days. Somehow, the only way we could ever learn our worth is when we reach brink bottom and at the end of laneways. But ultimately, that's how life turns out to be, right? We don't have people telling us our fate each day, telling us what to avoid and the do's and dont's in life. Experiencing all the emotions and phases ourselves is the only way, no negotiations, no shortcuts. 

I can't confidently say the one who love us won't hurt us because even we hurt ourselves, with unspoken thoughts and painful opinions. What stood both apart is the fact that we could walk away from people who hurt us but we can't possibly walk away from our own mind. So, the next thing we can do is to be a better version of ourselves and maybe then, we will realise that when people do hurt us in ways we can't fully make sense of, that could mean they have not reach the best versions of themselves - and if they really are written for us, we will meet them again in another lifetime. Till then, the ink has not dried, the book has not finished and we still have time to find ourselves in the best of people and the best of books. 

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