Love comes to willing. Stays only to the patient. And chooses to disappoint those who expect much from it. The reality will always be “Men always want to be a woman’s first love – women like to be a man’s last romance.” It might pain less to be disappointed especially to many but to the few who know the taste of true love, It becomes a void. A void that takes ages to fill. Isn’t that much of a reality? The more you get used to disappointments the less you care. I mean loving with ‘your all’ just to get drained? Staying with hopes and wishes of loyalty only to reality that much happen in absentia. I tend to think this is one of the reasons why people choose to fear love. Maybe am right maybe am not. But all i know is there will always be hope for a sweet tomorrow.
But one truth i have conquered with, You can never tame a wild bird. Once in a while the bird will always come around. You will admire its chirping , admire the feathers and love how it makes motions. The soon you want to get close, It flies away. There’s no way for you to keep it caged unless by force. And no one wants to keep a sad caged bird as a pet. It’s just a waste of time and resources. So for how long would you choose to stay patient until the wild bird becomes friendly? Is that patient or wasting time? I don’t know but i think this is too deep for you to answer. I hope someday you choose to be tamed but not in a cage.
It doesn’t pain. It doesn’t hurt that i wasn’t the first one. I mean everyone decides what they want to do with their own life. You chose what you wanted. Who am i? Am just a nobody, a tattered soul held up in hope of finding true happiness. And my disappointment is that i will never be the last one. It’s not bad. Fate always has a way of getting people connected to their destinies.
Too deep to understand the reality.
Xoxo.
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