Love. Hate. Heartbreak. Such a sweet sentiment. How easy it is to break apart or break someone else apart. How we without analyzing stuff, do it. And how we without caring, break everything. How we always end up misleading our brains and then falling down hard, with no one to pick us up. How we don't realize that it might hurt us and the other person/persons. How we don't think about the consequences. I could go on about this for ages and never stop, but the limit will be crossed by then. Loved ones will grow apart by then and our broken hearts will still be shattered into pieces by then. How do we help others when we can't help ourselves? How do we fix others when there isn't enough glue to fix us? And how do we lecture others when we are the ones making those mistakes? How to guide a person in ways he/she can move on and grow up? How to guide a person who's broken inside out? How to mend our damaged minds? Why can't there be solutions for all this? Why does it have to break every bond? Why is there so much space? Why can't I confess my love for you? Why do I have to hide behind an Instagram account to confessing stuff you might never understand? Why can't I just say those words which I might regret possibly the rest of my life? Why can't I be in control when I see your angel-demonic face? And why do I do such irrevocably reckless stuff when you're beside me? Maybe it's not you, it's me who needs to be explained what love can do and what all I have done by behaving blind and stupid. I can't go back and change stuff now, although I still wish to. The damage is done. My soul has already died. I now just have to find that Prince Charming who will revive my sleeping beauty-like heart and the unstoppable lie of "I love you" will begin a new fairytale again.
-diza
