I am a hopeless romantic person. This I can be honest about. How I came to love the thought of being in love. Engaged in romantic stories and movies, it is always heartwarming to be engulfed by such instances. And, more often than not, I end up wishing for the same happy ending.
Temporary. This is the most apt word that I can describe as far as my relationships are concerned. And for almost every one, promised a lifelong vow, which ended up in nothing but tears and sobs and a sigh.
For every failed relationship, I ask all the time, what went wrong? Always too, I failed to answer the same question. I have hoped not even for the ideal. Although I do not wish to settle for less too.
In truth, I feel that pang of jealousy every time I see couple who is together in a street, unmindful of the worries of others. Sigh. Again. I do not wish to sound so desperate but yes, unfortunately, with another year looming near, I simply cannot hide my frustration.
Tonight, again, my pillows will comfort me until I wake up the next day.
This is me and this is what I feel. This is me and this is what I think. This is me and this is what I breathe. This is me and this is what I live. This is me and this is my Sanctuary.
My Sanctuary...
Life is always bound to be painful and joyful, can be filled with sadness or happiness, and at some point, despair or hope. My life, just like anyone else is no excuse for every malady this world has to offer. And so, I offer myself a recluse, a place to hibernate, to recoil...A Sanctuary...and this is my Sanctuary...
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