if i should call it a nightmare then the story ain't gonna be a love story - - but a horrifying and climactic ending of death.
but then it is not.
story starts about 20 something fine woman, who, deep in her heart is wanting and desiring only for love to come and be felt, not by only hers but for the other.
that in the process she end up in battle over her feelings towards the other.. of which the other is too skeptical ... skeptical over or towards the idea of wanting her, needing her, over the reality of turning down the hopes and dreams of his family that is on his hand... that lies on his hands... that is dependent on him.
battle within their hearts began when he settled down and put her on a priority inorder to have a win win situation -- between desiring ... loving . . . being free and the hopes that is in his hands...they went tried going away to another country to start and leave everything behind -- when she knw of his plan that leaves her of no choice but to let him go and bid him goodbye inorder for him to fulfill the hopes and dreams that is on his hands... so as not be selfish and be blamed ... and put the other's hope in jeopardy.....
later on he got married she end up unmarried, become a writer... their paths again crossed, she read one of her book to the public while his eldest daughter is listening and he too... at first a sadness that one can see in his eyes is a tear that swells.. upon seeing that .. her tear welled is well .. as if telling him.. im happy for you... but it is all a lie... to be proud .. telling him look at me now... to be doomed... but then she knows that even a single tear holds a lot of story...
at the end of the book that she was reading... is fine .. a very fine ending ...
they still love. and that is what they have both desired and both neither had.
one cannot question the value of life. for it does not have a concrete answer.
one cannot question love either. yes indeed it is the only rational act. but sometimes it becomes irrational ....
but with life and love together evething starts to make sense.. where you can connect simply the one to the other. having to tell or to say that I AM YOURS, HEART AND SOUL... that is life and love... intertwining. life and love as one. united.
---- woke up with a tear falling down my cheeks... i know i never missed... i cannot possibly missed life-- and love... i'm holding it, with my two trembling cold cold hand... i desire affection.... i desire you... i love you....
(while writing this i thought of a love found and then lost and then having it again... consumes my thoughts... that engulfs the placidity of my room)
again another usual waking up in the middle of the night or early morning ... and bleed my nose over the idea of writing such.. incomprehensible thoughts of schizo!
admitting?... i am .. i think.... i am?... ahhhh no ne can tell.. no one will dare!
and its all because of you... im obsessed by you completely!