Second Best

There were three persons in that relationship. He probably didn’t realise, but she was acutely aware from day one. She had learned to trust her instincts which was a God given gift.

Love is a complicated thing as much as it is plain and simple. There was no room for three. She didn’t show up in his life and serve as a pick-me-up because he was toyed around by his goddess who he worshipped endlessly. The illusive and may-be-one-day possibility hanged over his mind and their new found relationship.

Love is a beautiful thing. It can make you forget any sadness and insufficiency. But time is a cruel reminder. Any newness and rawness eventually wore off. Old habits and feelings crept back in. After all, she was his second best. She couldn’t work out what happened and what changed.

Love is fragile, and it breaks so easily. A slip off the careless hand, a snuffle by unexplainable silence, or a hesitation that lasted a little too long, all shattered in pieces at once. It was a sad reality really, no one came out undone from that crowded room, even it was only in the head space. Our minds set us free as much as imprison us. She chose to fly far away from their love maze and wanted no part in it for self preservation, and she was right, all along.

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Cassa Bassa

πŸ‡¦πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡¨πŸ‡³ inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfitΒ child 😊

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