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"Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else."
― William Faulkner
artist: isabelle feliu
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I had a pure heart, too soft, and just too innocent. I remember those days when I was just too pure for this selfish, mean world. But I never changed. I kept my innocence alive. I was happy being a good person. I was proud to have a pure soul in this soulless world. But then life happened. I was heartbroken. And heartbreak breaks you into a million pieces. It burns you down to ashes. You can recollect your pieces to become what you were. But sometimes, you can’t be the same person again. The pieces just don’t fit back together. The cracks stay. The bitterness seeps in. The darkness stains you. And you become what you never were. I became heartless after that storm. I just completely lost my faith in people. It shivers my soul to even imagine someone getting close to me again. I am so scared of crying again that I have forgotten how to smile. I swear you do lose that happy, real smile. Everything becomes hard, even making a new friend. You can’t even force yourself to trust people. It becomes too hard to act normal.
But people don’t get it. For them, heartbreak is a normal thing. It happens to everyone, they say. Well, that does not help me, you know. I have faced this. I have felt it in my bones. I know how intimate this pain is, this phase is. I have lived moist nights all alone, hugging my pillow. I have stayed awake until the morning sun was at the window. I know how lost I have been. So don’t tell me that you know my pain. You have no idea. Yes, there are many ways out of this misery. And I have chosen the safest option. I just don’t want anyone near me. I just want to breathe in peace with no person near me to console me or help me. I don’t want any help. I have tried everything. I just want to absorb all this pain until there is no pain left. I want to block everyone out. And to do that, I have to become this heartless, this rude, this blunt. I don’t want to hurt you. But if you try coming close, my flames will burn you. I was proud of that pure heart, then. And now, I am proud to be this heartless as well. At least now no one can break my heart and walk away.
~ Rahul Kaushik
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