It never ceases to amaze me that how easily we can complicate the simplest situations as if it's a part of our genes where we need the thrill and fear factor to feel alive. Love for example is a life sustaining component yet we can’t stop experimenting with both love and our lives combined. It’s not that we do it on purpose every single time but yes...even if we don’t end up being with the one we always loved, a fragment of our soul always remain thankful for many tiny moments that you were spending out of love not knowing that those were treat from one soul to another..
We all make mistakes that we regret the most, but in all those we can’t forget the urge we felt that drove us into that. We keep on sinking though but the satisfactory feeling you get in the starting few moments can’t be replaced or forgotten.
Loving someone who isn’t yours is the most terrible thing a person can do. But those stolen moments never seem to lose their charm. Knowing you don’t belong there and this isn’t your puzzle and you’ll never fit here, and still working on a person, giving them best of you and playing with someone else’s belonging can be very exciting and extremely depressive at times especially when they suddenly feel like to go back to where they belong and fulfil their responsibilities forgetting they left someone behind whose only driving force has now gone and they have to wake up....all by themselves.
The struggle is real but the relation isn’t
