Love gone awry the first time was foolishness. Love gone awry the second time was a mistake. Love gone awry the third time, you can’t love anymore. So you go with the flow. You may not reciprocate but you appreciate. It’s the feeling of déjà vu, only with different faces each time.
You Can Put The Blame On Me!
You seek no more.
Is it my fate? Or do I just fail to see what’s meant to be?
Now that I know where I stand with my past choices, I fear making new ones. It’s not that I can’t trust anymore, it’s more like I don’t want to. What if, again?
Fear, it strikes harder each time. Maybe, I grew up too soon. But you grow within what you are.
Love me, not with your words but through your actions as I have loved you. Is that too much to ask for?
Could I be any more careful? Or is that where I falter?
This isn’t a movie, a romance novel or a love series – though it is still reality filled with emotions and expectations. And one day it will all come to an end. But till then, the cycle goes on and I’m the leading it through. And it’s true, there’s no one else to blame but myself for the choices made.