I Told You Everything About My Life, Except That I Left Out One Part Of It

Bro she can read a whole 400 page novel in a day. If she is not reading your one text, let her go, she's already taken by a fictional character

“If you want to choose the pleasure of growth, prepare yourself for some pain.”

— Irvin D. Yalom

"Do not allow your fire to go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of not -quite,the not-yet, and the not at all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frusteration for the life you deserve and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists. It is real .It is possible . It is yours".

Sometimes we feel pain,sometimes we are in pain❤..

Dear love,

I don't know

Weather i love you

Or not

But i don't want to

Loose you..

Feel this

Tag ur loved ones

An unconditional love

Not with the body

It's between two soul

Who don't want to loose

each other..

I want to be over you

like you’re over me.

I want to think

about the fights

and arguments

that left us both unsure

of what the other was thinking.

I want to focus on the pain I felt

when you left me that April day.

I need to remember the lessons

I learned through

the beginning and the end

of you and me.

But I can’t stop thinking of that first time

I brought you home to my family

and my friends.

I’ve never seen my smile

as sincere as it

always was with you.

I couldn’t help but to smile

whenever I felt you near.

I remember the way you wrapped your arms tight around my body

and how we laid together on the couch

watching any show

that would allow me to hear

your beautiful laughter

echo from your chest.

I remember the way I felt

when your eyes rested on me—

like I finally had found the home

I had been searching for my whole life.

I want to feel your eyes on me again,

and I need to trust

that your arms will surround my

small frame and

never release me

into the world that has caused me so much pain.

I want to focus on the hurt,

and maybe that way

I can finally get over you,

but my heart still remembers

only the good.

I loved everything about

you and me.

We all try to be perfect for others,

Despite being detrimental to ourselves.

Is giving importance to others crucial?

Is doing for others wrong?

If it is wrong, then

Why did my father do it for me?

Why did his father do it for him,

And so on—the cycle continues,

Year after year, day after day.

We grew up from a pebble to a big stone,

Carrying tons of weight

That could make us sink

On any given day.

Whose mistake is it?

Mine, or the vicious, alluring society and its norms

That demand appreciation and so on.

Time has passed, decades have changed.

Now, I have realized, in the midst of all this,

I have committed several big mistakes

That were invisible at the time.

Not because I was blind or lost,

But due to the old cycle

that has been pedaled so hard.

In doing so, I have not only lost people

Whom I used to love

But also a self-hug

In conclusion, I want to say that

The scars from the past

Haunt me hard,

Waiting for conclusion.

People are silent,

Society is dark

Live life as you are.

Why no body see the efforts ?

Why everybody see the errors?

You did one thing wrong !

You messed up everything !

But why people don't see the

Consistent efforts which u are making to make things back to normal !

Even a coin has also got

Two options it would be a head

Or tails..

Who will replace me in the void you left?

Who will give me solace from the chaos you set?

Who will tell me that I don’t need to wait?

Who will set the stage for the world to be perfect?

We all lie and carry a burden on our heads,

Pretending everything is fine—

It’s human tendency to impress.