I am afraid to love
Yes, I am afraid to love. This is a confession. A
couple of years ago, I loved this girl from the bottom of my heart and with all
the passion. The problem was she didn’t love me back. But still I thought that
one day she would ultimately return to me. For several years, I was under the
impression that I was in love with her and would do anything for her. Fuck, I
wasted the most precious years of my life yearning for someone who wasn’t going
to be mine. It wasn’t even her fault that she didn’t like me. It is how it is.
Still my heart would set itself on fire just by
getting a glimpse of her. All of these years, there were not even a handful of
moments when she remotely took interest in me. But being a loser that I were, I
hadn’t given up hope on her. I was too mad for her. My friends told me to
forget her or propose her. I said I will propose when the moment is opportune.
For Christ’s sake what was I thinking? Where was my self-respect gone? I was
hurting myself and wasting time on something worthless. I believed in the absurd
ideology that you don’t turn back on the ones you love; you fight for them.
Finally, after years of waiting, I proposed her even when she was in a
relationship with someone else. So, I told her that I didn’t want to spoil her
or my future and didn’t want anything from her. I just let her know that I
loved her and would be there for her as a friend. Maybe that day itself was the
point when I finally realized that she wasn’t worth my love. I still respect
her and she will remain a good friend of mine.
I have never tried to open myself in front of anyone.
My wildest fantasies or my aspirations and dreams are there in my heart. Maybe I
thought she was the one to whom I would finally open; to whom I would convey my
deepest thoughts and my biggest fears. They say “men are like turtles; once you
crack the outer shell they become vulnerable”. Being on the cusp of manhood, it
takes a lot to open up to someone. You open up only to those who you believe
won’t judge you for your fears, dreams and aspirations.
I have moved on from the person who was not right for
me. Maybe she deserves someone else. But along with that, it has brought scars
which remain unscathed deep within me. My scars are enough to scare someone; my
fantasies are enough to baffle someone; my thoughts are enough to bore someone;
my fears are enough to swallow for someone.
So here I am afraid to love another human being the
same way I did. Maybe all of it is my fault but who wants to get hurt in the
process even if it’s your fault in the first place?
Damn True!!
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