As we brought in the New Year, I also started the countdown to my birthday. People who know me well will tell you this, my birthday means the world to me. Maybe I’m over enthusiastic about just another day, maybe I love myself too much, maybe I’m narcissistic when it comes to this day. But here’s the thing…I…
In the midst of my midnight silence I can hear echoes of my unreasonable reasonings. Expectations are silent killers. They kill you and then they kill your friends or family or partner, until eventually killing a perfectly normal relationship. But is it really a wrong thing? Is it wrong to want more?
All I’ve ever wanted is to love you, for forever. I don’t want to over-analyse our future or present. I don’t want to jeopardise what we have because of what I want. But with this distance, I’m pushed into a corner. We were so alive, where are we now?
We try so hard to build walls around ourselves but with the right person it all comes crumbling down. And if you don’t, how will you experience the purest form of happiness? How will you experience the joy that knows no bounds?