Let me get straight to the point and begin-
How much does it hurt to see your own self failing and not getting the thing that you’ve yearned for since days?
How much does it hurt to see your friend- one of your closest ally and the one whom you could confide in almost anything and everything drift apart from you?
How much does it hurt to be judged in the eyes of mere acquaintances who perhaps know just about an ounce of you?
How much does it hurt to see people whom you’ve known over months now, change?
How much does it hurt to stop loving someone just because they can never be yours anymore?
‘If you thought this has a happy ending, then it’s not the end’- Game of thrones.
True. If you think this piece is all about sugar-coated words meant at healing your scars, then I’m afraid you’re on the wrong way. ‘Cause this is going to hurt- Hurt as if your muscular heart has been 
ripped apart. Like a bitch, because my loves, there ain’t happiness without pain.
Now honestly, if you say that none of the above questions made you think or feel a little low, then you, sweetling, are lying. Or pretending as if you don’t care. But YOU do know the obvious truth deep down: It hurts. It hurt then and it hurt now. You never really move on, and it shall hurt you later as well.
Tell me, haven’t you cried endlessly and stuffed your face in the pillow at nights, wishing to never see the sunrise again? Haven’t you curbed your feelings just so the other person could be happy? You’ve of course, and you’ve been altruistic truly. But tell me, hasn’t it hurt you? Did it not pinch your soul?
You must have surely read that bad times never last and ‘this too shall pass away?’ It does pass but wait, you do endure the pain midst the journey. You long for better days to come, you anticipate the best, you look forward to newness without apprehensions, but nothing happens overnight. They say to focus on the outcome and not the processes that take place mid-way, but hon, nothing happens by pixie dust!
There’s no selflessness in sacrifices. True that you give up things to see others around you happy, but more so just because your conscience shouldn’t envelop you in layers of disgust. Sacrificing is noble, but you certainly kill little pieces of yourself in the way.
You always knew about the truth, sometimes your intuitions guide you as to what is about to happen next, yet you do not accept it because of the fear that keeps clinging to you constantly. You certainly desire the best and nothing less, not just probably for your own self but also those for whom you feel inclination. But tell me, doesn’t your heart ache at times?
You toil endlessly for the fulfilment of the thing you’ve desired all along, putting in everything that you had. Everything seems smooth when you realise you do not get credits for your perseverance. It may seem trivial to you and you discard the fact but deep down, it hurts. It stings.
You thought life has been a fairytale all along but then one fine day the sunshine in your life gets destroyed, leaving just blankets of darkness. You didn’t value the days back then, and when you reflect back, you feel those days were the best. But you behave as if you’re strong enough, as if nothing much has happened and ‘move on’. You’re, however, hurt internally. And the damage is beyond repair.
Dearest, did you not feel melancholic after reading this? This is life, this is how it is. It hurts, now and then, forever and always, today more than yesterday and tomorrow more than today. You choose to believe what you want to, and that’s what keeps you going, but remember, you can not lie to the soul in you. Never.
