One Loved is Because One is Loved

"Don't say anything," Fatima interrupted. "One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving".

The Alchemist

 

I met him last Wednesday by accident. I was having dinner with my seniors, while he was surrounded by his peers.

It's not that I ain't glad to meet the love of my life, I was truly shock that when I was in my normal mode, the carefree, I don't give a s***t kind of attitude, dress in sleeveless black dress and my nude pump heels,he showed up right in front of my face.
It was awkward.

Then, came the after shock. 

He does have time to meet those people. But never ever have time for me. Not even for a short break nor a cup of coffee. 

You know what? I am done hurting myself. I am done watching all those pictures of you and your groupies and wondering,"what do I do wrong? Why do you choose them over me? Do you like her?" All those stupid questions are roaming inside my brain, teasing my wounded soul.

I am a giver because that is who I am.That is what I do.

But it doesn't mean that I have no needs.

I do need attention, I do need protection, I do need to be needed.

But...I can always suppress my needs and that my dear,

has become my expertise.

I do have a heart, you know. And you hurt me. A lot.

Perhaps, Life isn't that Great after all?

I love you from earth to heaven and back, but I can't take this torture anymore.