There's a time when we are in what I call the Valley of Love, when you are ready to bend backwards for them, when you are willing to do things against your better judgment, all for the sake of love. And all so because they seem trivial in front of what you are receiving (feeling like receiving) at that point of time.
It takes a big shock to pull you out of the valley. You do not want to get out of it. So, petty wrongdoings don't even catch your vision for it's blurred with love-tinted glasses.
But once you get the shock, feel humiliated, see the depth you've fallen to, more than the other person, it's yourself that you're disgusted with. You cannot identify with yourself anymore. The insides churn. You either sleep entire day or do not sleep at all. You eat either too much or do not eat at all. Life appears meaningless not because you weren't loved enough, but because you had abandoned yourself in the process of getting loved. Days pass. Sometimes months. Or even years.
And then, one day, you get bored with the current state. You decide to get up. And rise. And shine. Like never before.
After valleys, come the mountains, don't they?— % &
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