Trust me

Is it remotely possible for something to be so fickle yet to be of such strength as to break all boundaries. 'Trust' - a five letter word that is stronger than love, hope and hate. A three word phrase - 'I trust you' that has the power to make or break a relationship. a feeling acquired painstakingly yet shattered in a moment. An emotion that we bestow on some blindly yet bargain with others for.

When I step out of the house, I trust the man across the street will not strike me down and the bus driver will take me to school. I trust that my teacher will teach me right things and that my friends will miss me when I'm gone. Yet, I choose not to trust when 'he' tells me he loves me and when my sister tells me - 'Trust me, this movie will be good.' I highly doubt that. What do you to when it breaks?

Trust is fickle. It is like a glass bowl. It is carved out of glass and reflects the beauty of the relationship. However, once you drop the bowl, it shatters across the floor and the tiny shards of glass embed themselves in inaccessible places, places where your hands don't reach. The bowl can never be whole again. The bigger pieces can be glued together but the glass is dust now. It's gone. You can never be trusted again. 

You have lost my trust. We will never be friends again.You have hurt me because I stepped on the shards of the broken bowl. Things will never be the same again.

Till next time.. #keepreading #Lotsoflavh

Breakups

I've always wondered what is so bad about breakups? Why make such a big deal out of it? Not that I haven't had my fair share of breakups. Oh I have had them and they were painful but what is it that weighs us down and makes every morning bleak and despondent?

A 'Breakup' is a word for when two people are no longer compatible with one another. People change and this happens. But,breakups bring about a change in our lives - parting with someone so close: someone who has known and who we have known so intimately and that is what really makes them painful. So, we mourn. Just like we would mourn a physical loss, we mourn the loss of an emotional relationship. We fight the emptiness the departure creates and I have done it too.

It is only the 'after' breakup that makes the breakups a big deal. A while ago, just after my breakup, a fellow friend told me that she had heard that the only reason my boyfriend and I had broken up was because "He didn't want to anymore." Now, my boyfriend...now ex...anyway, we had already talked about 'why' we were parting ways and that was definitely NOT the reason he gave me. [P.S. I was unwilling to part but his concerns were genuine.] You must be all thinking - "So what? Don't believe her? What does she know?" I did too...for the first few days. Slowly, the depression started sinking in, the insecurities surfaced. What if this really was the reason? He didn't want to. The bitterness had been created.

Little rumours; little truths; little insecurities play a huge part in making what is a perfectly normal separation, a   painful and bitter "breakup". There's not a single day that goes by when I don't think about him and it hurts. The wound, the emptiness, the hole...they hurt. "George Bernard Shaw once wrote: 'There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your hearts desire, the other is to gain it.'...Clearly Shaw had his heart broken once or twice...you know what? Tragedies happen. What are you gonna do? Give up? Quit? No. I realise now that when your heart breaks you gotta fight like hell to make sure you're still alive. Because you are and that pain you feel, that's life. And the confusion and fear, that's there to remind you that somewhere out there is something better and that something is worth fighting for."



Till then, that's it. #feelbetter #keepreading

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