We All Have Our Different Battles To Fight.

Is there a thing people do differently to find their soul mate? Sometimes I feel that the universe is saying to me “Son, the time is not right for you” and other times, I simply feel that, I am from a different planet. Little wonder why it gets all rosy and in a couple of months, it hits me like a tornado. Again, I have been hit.

How excruciating the pain of heartbreak can be. You wake up each day drenched in the pool of your own tears. It becomes almost impossible to sleep a full night, sweet dreams becomes a luxury you cannot afford, making your heart live each day becomes a task so herculean to keep up with. You are left all alone with no one to save you. It is a dark period with absolutely no one to light your path.

Even if there were people to do that, they do not understand how it feels, because perhaps they have never known the fight. Loving someone is like going into the battle field, if it grows, you are winning the battle every day, but if the love withers or goes wrong, you might lose your life. It is a difficult battle, tense and filled with uncertainty but we have to fight it every day. We keep fighting, it is a sacrifice and an effort we must make to preserve what matters to us. It is a decision we have to make or keep wallowing in self-pity.

It’s the same old thing, it’s a creed I profess, and it is my faith. No matter what has happened in the past, love is real, it is true and it is a world of its own. Hence, if it goes wrong, I feel as though my life is on fire. The hurt blazes my feet so much that I cannot stand, it has built a wall in my heart so much that tears cannot flow. In the end, it’s almost a wish. A wish that things never changed, for those bad days when you made me smile, for those happy days when you laughed with me, for those naughty days when we forget to remove the veil of adulthood.

Now I am no longer fighting the battle of love, it seems like a lost battle. I can only fight to erase whatever feelings I have left in me. It is the only way I can live. This has become a deep scar for making you become a part of me.

This is insane, for - you can hide your hurt, you can hide your pain, you can hold back your tears but you can’t hide a scar. This is the only way to bear my burden and remind myself of my unwavering faith in my creed that even though I might be hurt a thousand times, love still exist and it is what it is. Don’t ask me to open up about my scar, because we all have our different battles to fight.

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