Most of the times, our love for books make it to the point where we view life in a very idealistic way. We often forget that it’s our job to write our own story–though not perfect, though not ideal–it’s something real, it’s something we can call us ours.
When you read too many novels, your ideal life has become more of a fiction than reality. When we read too much, we often forget to write and live our own story, we often forget that our book is as vintage as the best book ever written. This poem is all about that..
Have you really moved on if you still see your ex in someone else’s persona?
I just finished reading Why We Broke Up by Daniel Handler and it minced my heart into bits and pieces. The book left me thinking “Why there are people who get stuck between #1 and #2?” Why there can’t be just one. Then, I remember this line from Colleen Hoover’s Maybe Someday: “People don’t get to choose who they fell in love with. They only get to choose who they stay in love with.” So why not stay, Ed?
I don’t want to like you because you remind me of someone. I want to like you because of you. Good thing, you’re off limit. I can keep my distance.
We always look forward to the future. Of course, you can’t look forward to something that has already happened in the past or right this very moment. But because of too much focus for it, the present gets obscure. We forget to enjoy every single second of today. Future. Future. Future. Death is faster. You’ll never know when you’ll have the last taste of oxygen,