Initial months were fine and we were going along really well. That’s the lovey dovey stage of all the relationships (if you know what I mean). I almost fell in love with it and just when I thought my decision was perfect, reality stuck me hard. It was almost like dating someone you don’t know. At first I thought it would be fine in some time and just like any other relationship I wanted to give it another chance too. But again, just like some relations don’t deserve another chance, so did this one. Harsh? Welcome to the real world. Now you may wonder why things didn’t work out between us and what made me search for a new one. Right? It wasn’t exactly his fault but it was time to move on. All I could say (finally) was: It’s not me, it’s you. 😉
Truly said, Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus. Can they ever think alike? Can they ever respond to a situation in a similar way? Or do we have to make commends with this aspect itself that their will be differences and lots of compromises to make a relationship work. Yes, they broke up but will that give them the answers that they were looking for? Only time will tell if they miss being together. What will be they prefer? Trapped In Love Or Wrapped In Love ? Stay Tuned.
Trapped In Love Or Wrapped In Love? Loosing yourself is not the option.
3 years into the relationship, he could still manage to give her those butterfly feelings in her stomach. Being around Ryan meant the world to her. He was the most caring person she had ever met. It was genuine and she could feel it. He was her go to person for everything. She just knew they were meant to be together. He always brought out the best of her. To be fair, the worst as well and she couldn’t help it. She was trying hard not to complicate things between them but seemed to fail anyways. Somewhere the chord wasn’t tuning in perfectly as it used to be.
Since when did things become so complicated? She wasn’t doing something wrong. Or was she?
Trapped In Love Or Wrapped In Love?
Keeping the book aside , he realized she wasn’t one of those out of the world gorgeous girl that the books he read mostly stated. Thank God for that. He always felt the books and movies exaggerated everything. The beautiful girl, the handsome boy. Their perfect relationship. Why on earth do they attempt so hard to raise the standard of expectation of how perfect something can be? It’s fine to not be perfect. How glad he was that Kathy was just a normal-decent girl with a take on life for everything. Just the kind of girl he wanted. Beautiful in and out. Always high on life. A bit of moody though, now that he knew her so well. A bit too well. He could know what mood she was in just by the way she replied to his texts.
If life was treating them so well then what was it that was bothering him? He loved her, she loved him. That’s all that matters. Right? Wrong. Sometimes too much of love could also suffocate you.
It’s not that I feel unwanted. It’s just the opposite in fact. Never have I felt alone because I always have something that can keep me busy. I am never bored because it can keep me amused all the time. I can actually cancel plans without feeling guilty by saying I am busy (taking care of myself). You can say I am being stalked because wherever I go, it stays by my side. Of course initially it was a little alarming but I got used to its company. I don’t remember when and how it started but now I cannot imagine my life without it. The worst part is I don’t care for it but it can hurt my feelings a lot. Like bring tears to eyes (without any fail) almost every time.
Now you really want to meet my soulmate. Right? Fine. It’s little shy though. Never comes out openly but also never fails to embarrass me in front of others.
I usually remember names but yes there are times when I am talking to the person like a long-lost friend and all that is processing in my mind is what’s the name of this person. The bonding makes the people around assume that you’re best of buds but all you can think of is “Oh God! Don’t let her know I don’t remember her name.”
It’s understandable though if the friend is your parents. Right? Like how am I supposed to remember someone I met when I was small? They are like ” Hey! You have grown up so much. Remember me?” – No I don’t but somehow I don’t want to hurt his feelings and so I tell him that “Of course! I remember you” (Hoping he wouldn’t further ask me about anymore details) but his expectant face reveals how much he is waiting for me to utter his name. Dad??? Come on! Help me!!! He is your friend.
Fine! Such situations are still acceptable but what if the other person is your friend? There is this moment that I am going to share with you all which I am not so proud of.