“It’s called moving on.” She said.
“It’s called giving up.” He replied.
Can one statement made by someone, really leave that much of an impact? Can one conversation with someone leave a person so baffled? Well, looks like it can. And what’s worse to arise? That one sleepless night, where in there is a constant argument between your heart and mind, taking you nowhere, leaving you even more upset. Don’t you just hate that?
Mind: “Seriously woman, get a life and move on. It’s high time.”
Heart: “One more try wouldn’t hurt a lot.”
Mind: “Bitch please. Haven’t you been hurt enough?”
Heart: “So? Giving up is not a good option.”
Mind: “Holding on doesn’t sound that good either.”
Heart: “I am not so weak, that I chose to give up.”
Mind: “Nor are you strong enough to fight it anymore.”
SO TRUE! Giving up on something/someone isn’t as easy as it sounds, especially if that had got a lot to do with what you are today.It takes time, a hell lot of time, even more of courage and tons and tons of will power to let go off something you once lived for.It will not stop haunting you for a long, a very long time or it may even take forever. Though nothing will ever heal the wound it caused today, you will be a stronger person tomorrow.
She thought a lot. A hundred questions wandered her mind. It was never so difficult for her to find answers unless it came to this topic.Why?
SO TRUE! What’s the point of giving up on something you will never be able to forget? You would not have held on to it for so long if it wasn’t worth it. You live for it. You still care. You can’t let go off it. You never will. Sometimes something is so close to your heart that the more you try to get rid of it the more you will come across it. There has to be reason behind it right? Don’t lose hope. Keep trying. For if it wasn’t that important it wouldn’t take you this long to think of giving up.
She thought a lot. A lot of flashbacks flashed her mind, the good ones, and the bad ones. Tears rolled down her eyes. “Was it really worth it?” She asked herself.
There she goes again. The agony, the stress, the memories, the anxiety, the fear crept around her that day. Excuse the Exaggerations. Now what is this supposed to mean?
“The other person doesn’t care.” Is that a good enough reason for you to stop caring? HELL NO!!
“The other person doesn’t give a fuck about you.” Good. HELL YEAH, It just made your job easier.
No seriously. All this was just making it worse for her. Don’t give up. Get a life and move on. Keep holding on. You’re wasting your time. It gets annoying after a point.
“Everything happens for a reason. Wait for the moment, time will heal it all. Give the time, some time.”
“Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes the reason is that you’re freaking stupid and made a bad decision.”
Aren’t these two statements paradoxical?
What did she get at the end of it? Even more confusion?Another sleepless night? To go with the flow was the only option she felt was appropriate. Do your good, know where to draw the line. An Emotional trap she fell into…
“The problem with you is, you think a lot.” He said.