Its a shame that you couldnt love me the same way I did. There is nothing prettier in this world than a mutual need for each other. But dont ask me how I feel about it. Im not mad. Im not glad either. May be I dont feel anything about it. It just perfectly makes sense to me. You never loved me. You admired me. My torn shirt and jeans, my madness in the name of affection, my write ups, my lawless days and nights - you revered them all. But the biggest enemy of admiration is proximity. If you want to keep admiring someone never go closer to them. We all are little wicked inside. We all have dark, filthy, rotten secrets hidden in a secret room deep inside us. We grow a selfish, jealous, hungry, lusty animal in there. We all know it. And in lone dark hours we feed it - keep the animal safe inside. Proximity breaks the barriers. When our eyes, hands, blood, sweat, lips, skin, beliefs, souls meet - we let the other come inside. We let the secret door open. You saw my animal. I saw yours. Then how do I still want you? I told you. There is difference between love and admiration. Love looks back. Love forgives. Admiration doesnt. (From My Life My Rules - A manuscript Im working on.) Copyright: Suman Bhattacharya, 2014.
Posted on: Sat, 04 Oct 2014 03:57:02 +0000
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