Rahimji once said that the delicate thread of love should not be snapped.
I always use to think why did he say so, as the thread of love would snap only when stretched to its extreme. Why did he never say that let the thread of love loose on both ends, so when stretched it still has space...
After years of experience and observations, I now know why.
But remember snapping is easy but letting go is peace.

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Everytime I try to give my best, I either over-do it or under-do it. I understand that 99.99% it's my falut, but the 0.1% why does that go easily away. I mean if we are together its because we both want it, then why do I feel like its just me?

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Good food, great toys for the unattended P.T.A meetings. Ice-creams to replace my forgotten birthdays. Chocolates, flowers or gifts to show love. So love was gifts and materials for me. Angry, sad anything could be replaced by materials is what I had learned since childhood.
So when I was in love. I started showing love, the only way I knew: by getting things. Big or small. But he refused. I thought he did not loved me back and that's why... But then the way he treated me, looked at me was still with love.
After a lot of thinking, I realized that even after having almost everything, I was unhappy. The materials that were given to me was a composition for the love, that was never given to me. The uneasiness and suffocation I felt in most of my relationships were because of me trying to make them accept me, by pleasing them.
His resfusal actually felt like an acceptance. Because he did not want anything but me.
Maybe I am reading too much from this. Maybe I am writing this without logic. But I still am writing, because for the first time in years I feel happy. I feel accepted.
I feel Loved.

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Sometimes it's about virtues, for it should never feel like a burden.
Just because we feel too much, we should not be the reason for our own heartbreak...

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"The day I become more than a responsibility: a daughter. Will my heart bloom with happiness"

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The minute you feel the lack of privacy with your partner starts bothering you. Or the minute transparent glasses turns into reflective mirrors.
Remember the toxic air had entered your relationship. Either let it completely in or completely out! Because ultimately you have to breathe.

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"Getting laid was not enough, she missed the warmth of love.
So she hugged her refrigerator."

- Thats what she said.

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Time does not heal, the wound is always there either in the form of a scar or a haunting nightmare. Its never gone.
Our mind with acceptance cover the wound with scar tissues and then pain lessens but it's there.
My wounds are my strengths that remind me of what I have overcomed in life. They remind me of come what may I will always survive and survive well.
By making my self vulnerable I let you in...
But remember "the penetration does not hurt as much as the void."

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Yes you are because you not only understand my pain but also feel it...
God made you my Guardian Angel and you gracefully accepted me, right from the time our umbilical cord was interconnected.

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I touched the dairy and opened it. With its yellowish papers, I figured that it was an old diary. As I flipped through the pages, I saw a fimiliar handwriting. The dairy had some incidents and stories in it...I saw one particular page with a rose in it.
"Today she looked at me for the first time! Looking into her eyes I feel in love again. She is as beautiful as a flower, as soft as its petals! She is so tiny, I was shivering when I took her in my arms. She has her mother's eyes and my voice. I can't help but smile thinking of my daughter's loud wails! She is so perfect. I love her already..." Reading those words I smiled and quickly wiped my tears away for that diary belonged to my father...

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