Broken guitar...

Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?
Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?
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How can I love you? How can I love you? How can I love you? How can I love you? . . . If you just don’t talk to me, babe?

- Enrique Iglesias

And now I ask you this how many of you have felt that you gave it your all…you got a hint, and you ran after that flicker of hope. You were there, but he never came home. And what was left inside of you got sucked inside a black hole. It showed on your face, but you fought it bravely. The world saw you smile, yet a gnawing pain was eating you inside.

But what if you had to give up your love? Or you were there, he was there…but there was something missing… Why do we fall in love, and make ourselves so vulnerable that if one string breaks and you sound like a broken guitar. Music makes no sense, the world seems a senseless race to achieve…but achieve what?

Does love hold us back? Make us alter our chosen path?

Maybe, but the only way out, as they say, is through it.

And yes, no matter whether you feel like faceless name in a file, or have no great job or are the brightest star in your group – love will find you. She/he will love you any way… And when you’ll meet you’ll realise that you’ve always been in love; even before you met. And you will know that this time it is real. He is not the man who kissed you good morning and never said it was good bye. This time it is real; this time…