“Love is the answer”
Everyone hates you. Literally. Not figuratively, but literally. They’d just love to see you slammed onto the ground all the time. They’d compete you in a race which isn’t even yours. Yes, doesn’t make any sense at all, but you’re the one who is running those races. You lose the race, you get booed. You win it, never-mind, wasn’t yours anyways, so no one gives a damn.
People just love to bite the hands that have fed them. If you hate them, they play the devil. If you love them, they start playing god. Basically, they’d just take on any role except the one which really suits them; being a human.
Maybe love IS the answer, but how do you know that your way of love is the correct way? Is “replying quickly” is love? Is is about buying expensive gifts? Is it about prioritizing someone over everything else? Is it about never letting someone go? Do you think it’s about losing your own self for the other person? For fuck’s sake, it’s not.
It’s more about understanding that why your other one couldn’t reply earlier. It’s about being happy over having the simple things around you. It’s about realizing that you can’t pay your bills through love, and that’s why you usually have to prioritize your meetings over your dates sometimes. You don’t want to leave her because you love her? I believe you should love her enough to let her go whenever she wants to (and don’t cut down yourself with blades after that because your mum still loves you, even tho you don’t love her back). It takes two people to love each other, and if one of them loses him/her self into the other one, it’s not love anymore. It’s slavery.
If I ever come to know how to truly love someone, I’d never do it. Never. Ever.
“Love is not the answer, understanding how to love is”
P.S: Not for ishq-e-haqeeqi maniacs.