Love is something very abstract yet everyone's desire. The more you try to grasp, the more it distant itself. And when you thought you have won at last, yet it is still not really yours. A gust of wind, everything just vanish.
Yet to the one that throds the path, they never regret. A journey that leads to self discovery, a journey that teaches how to let go.
Passion is something really fragile and so unsustainable. Just when you are thinking of how much reason to love someone, next moment you might have been thinking of how much reason to prove that he is not the one. And it makes no difference whether any reason is found in the end.
Maybe a failed episode leads to a better stage next round, but how tired it is to be in and out again.
Not knowing what went wrong, makes the pain more enduring. And letting go might just be the only way to preserve what that is only yours, self-respect for oneself and her.
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