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I had once fallen in love with a guy who was so self-absorbed and self-righteous that he would never give a tiny rat’s ass about how people who were a part of his life felt due to his words or actions. Unfortunately, I was one of them.

No, I didn’t fall in love with the person he was becoming or he turned out to be. It was something I didn’t want myself to sign up for but I was already gripped into it and too afraid to blow it off.

A mere thought of imagining my life without him would give me chills but he dragged me to a point where I had to let him go and that is when I realized that at some point you need to let go of a few people/things, you just need to accept that you’re better off without them, not maybe at an instant but in the long run you definitely are. And, here I am standing happy than ever and being on my own.

When I go down the memory lane, it just gets clearer in my head why my life was so dark for a particular period of time. Turns out, he was literally the one blocking the light.

It’s like good things started making a way when he walked away or rather, I chose to walk away.

The worst thing we do to ourselves is by starting to settle for what we do not deserve in the fear of losing and ending up all alone. What we do not realize is that the tighter we grip onto something, the worse it ends up hurting us.

Maybe while growing up if our learning was focused more on respecting ourselves and others than competing for positions, our world would be a little more fearless and a little less fucked up.


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